
— a 19th-century cotton town that quietly came back.

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“A small district of white clapboard storefronts on a bluff above the Guadalupe River, settled by German farmers in the 1870s and nearly emptied a generation later by the boll weevil. The old cotton gin houses a restaurant now. The mercantile sells calico and ironware. The water tower still stands above the oaks, and the dance hall has not closed.
Gruene began in the 1870s as a German farming community on the cotton terraces above the Guadalupe River, established by Henry D. Gruene and his brother Ernst. At its peak the town carried a cotton gin, a mercantile, a dance hall, and roughly twenty supporting buildings. The boll weevil reached Texas in 1892, and the Great Depression finished what the weevil started. The townsite drifted into ruin until 1974, when Pat Molak and Mary Jane Nalley bought the core buildings. The district was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1975.
The buildings read as plain Texas vernacular: limestone foundations cut from local Edwards stone, longleaf pine siding, tin roofs that pop in afternoon heat. The Gristmill restaurant sits inside the ruined brick walls of the 1878 cotton gin, with the original boiler stack still rising above the river. The Gruene Mansion Inn, the H. D. Gruene house from 1872, anchors the south end of the district. The water tower at the center is steel and dates from the 1930s rural electrification years. Nothing on the bluff is taller than three stories.
Gruene sits inside New Braunfels but operates as its own pedestrian district, free to walk and open daily. Roughly twenty shops, restaurants, and inns occupy the original buildings, and most of the streets are closed to through traffic. The Gristmill opens at eleven for lunch. Gruene Hall, just up Hunter Road, opens by mid-morning for daytime visitors and ticketed evening shows. The Guadalupe and the Comal both run within a short walk, and weekend afternoons fill with tubers between May and September. Parking is free at the river-side lots.