Once upon a time there was a sleepy little town called Preston Hollow. It sat just north of a growing city called Dallas, but it was its own village.
We had our own police station, or rather, one single police man who kept watch on the area. If you wanted the fire department, you had to pay a subscription. It was 1945 when our hamlet became an official piece of Dallas, but only after a long and contentious battle.
Many famous names, like Woodall Rodgers and John Stemmons, wanted to grow the city, and needed Preston Hollow to make that a reality. Its stately homes and vast open lands were just as prime real estate then as they are today, and a schism grew between those who wanted to keep it a quiet town and those who wanted to incorporate.
We covered the whole storied history back in 2002 (but please excuse the formatting ugliness, the byproduct of an old web system).
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