
Yes, I’m from Texas. Born and raised. Most of my family still lives there. And, of course, I’m one of those proud Texans. After all, it’s truly a unique culture unto itself.
But that didn’t happen overnight. The Texas brand is one that’s been developed over decades and a brand that the people truly own.
I still know our state song, bird, flower and tree. I still remember all the six flags that have flown over Texas. I even remember the legendary tales of Pecos Bill. How? Well, when I was in school there, we took Texas history in elementary, middle and high school. (So, you could say that we’re brainwashed, I guess.) But it stuck. Because I was learning that I was a part of something bigger than myself. I was engaged and inspired. Combine that with my grandparents, parents, friends and other family members reinforcing that thinking, and well, there you have it.
There’s that Texas pride because the people of Texas own the brand and are happy to share it with others. There’s the rallying cries of, “Remember the Alamo” and “Don’t Mess with Texas.” When you cross over the state line into Texas you’re greeted with a sign that reads “Howdy. Welcome to Texas. Remember to drive friendly, the Texas way.”
And when I meet another Texan, there’s an automatic connection. If I learn that they grew up there and worked on a ranch (like I did), then I have a pretty good idea of their values and work ethics.
Many people I spoke with were moved by the amount of hurricane victims that Texas took in and their continuing generosity. But I wouldn’t expect anything less. We are taught to not only take care of our own, but to take care of our neighbors.
Granted, people either love the state or hate it. I learned that first hand when I lived in Vail, Colorado. But isn’t that the passion that a great brand identity should invoke?
It’s a place that has its fair share of problems. And not everyone in the state is friendly and generous. And, yes, other states are proud, too. I now live in South Carolina, another friendly and proud state. But it’s part of the South, while Texas is (dare I say it?) like a whole other country. And I will always be an ambassador of the Texas brand.
Let me leave you with the words of my late grandfather, John Saringer:
“Never ask a man where he’s from.
If he’s from Texas, he’ll tell ya.
If he’s not, don’t embarrass him.”