Kitalou
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Our Story

 

Serving West Texas Since 1925

 

Welcome. 

We would like to welcome you to Kitalou Gin and congratulate you on your forthcoming marriage. This is an incredibly special time for you both and we’re here to help you make the most of your journey. Your wedding will be an event you’ll remember for a lifetime and we have created a quintessential setting that is elegant, distinctive, relaxing, and simply a wonderful retreat from everyday life.

Perfecting the little details that make up your wedding day, is our pleasure. From intimate to extravagant, traditional to unexpected, Kitalou is at your service and dedicated to creating an unforgettable West Texas wedding that is uniquely yours.

An elegant taste of Texas, Kitalou is miles away from the ordinary but only minutes away from Downtown Lubbock, TX. With it’s authentic architecture and West Texas setting among the cotton fields and grazing cattle, Kitalou offers guests an exceptional place to hold their special events. Located in the heart of West Texas, Kitalou will be your final destination for anyone dreaming of indoor and outdoor entertaining at its best. 

Kitalou offers a variety of options, each reflecting true West Texas sophistication, you are able to create a custom backdrop for your upcoming celebration. The extensive grounds provide the perfect locale for your perfect wedding and reception.

We understand that your wedding day is likely to be one of the most important days of your life. We recognize that every detail counts and will work with you at every stage to help you decide what is right for you. We’re confident that our first class service and excellent attention will ensure treasured memories for both you and your guests.

-- Kitalou

 

A Glimpse into Kitalou’s History

As remembered from Susan Brown

“This is a photo of my dad (Cecil Bridges). This is the way he looked while working at the gin. On the bottom left of the photo, an empty cotton trailer can be seen. These trailers were first weighed on concrete scales at the office next to the gin. The numbers were recorded and the trailer full of cotton was moved under a giant suction hose that was operated by an individual standing in the trailer. The cotton was processed through the gin and came out in about a 500 pound bail wrapped in burlap. The trailer was weighed again to determine what was trailer and what was cotton. Then, the trailer was free for the farmer to take  back into the field to fill up again.      I remember November was the busiest time at the gin, my mother worked in the office and I did what I could to help. Thanksgiving was not much of a holiday for our family; the cotton ginning always came first. My daddy was always worried about fires, as that would destroy the farmer's cotton crop.       During tornado season, if necessary, our family sheltered in the gin where the cotton was pressed, as it was underground. Not certain if I was more terrified of the tornado or being in that confined space fearful the press would come on and press my family into a bail!”

“This is a photo of my dad (Cecil Bridges). This is the way he looked while working at the gin. On the bottom left of the photo, an empty cotton trailer can be seen. These trailers were first weighed on concrete scales at the office next to the gin. The numbers were recorded and the trailer full of cotton was moved under a giant suction hose that was operated by an individual standing in the trailer. The cotton was processed through the gin and came out in about a 500 pound bail wrapped in burlap. The trailer was weighed again to determine what was trailer and what was cotton. Then, the trailer was free for the farmer to take  back into the field to fill up again.
I remember November was the busiest time at the gin, my mother worked in the office and I did what I could to help. Thanksgiving was not much of a holiday for our family; the cotton ginning always came first. My daddy was always worried about fires, as that would destroy the farmer's cotton crop. 
During tornado season, if necessary, our family sheltered in the gin where the cotton was pressed, as it was underground. Not certain if I was more terrified of the tornado or being in that confined space fearful the press would come on and press my family into a bail!”