I agree that those old time Courthouses were picturesque and that County Commissioners who approved the demolition of many of the structures in recent years were wrongheaded to put it mildly. In almost all cases the courthouse erected in the county seat was the first building of significance constructed in a newly organized county ... and that old building symbolized the pride and confidence of the early settlers in the land they had chosen to build their homesteads and communities.
The Fisher County Courthouse buildt in 1910 was such a structure.

Saturdays in my growing up days were spent climbing around on that old courthouse and playing a variety of rough and tumble games on the grounds of the courthouse square. The rite of passage for a Roby kid at about 8 or 9 years old was to walk around a ledge that was 8 inches wide with a 6 foot drop to the ground that was just below the first floor windows. You did not walk, but with back against the brick you scooted your feet sideways and hoped for the best. I knew that old place inside and out.
Although I mourn that it was destroyed along with its history, instead of being modernized, I can understand why county leaders were reluctant to commit to the effort and expense of trying to save the relic.
The old courthouse which was typical for the time had two complete floors plus a half basement. The layout of the building was such that all offices were very small and cramped by even standards of the mid-1950s with the tax and clerk's offices hit hardest. Files, records and ledgers were scattered and stacked everywhere which is understandable with the county growth ... but correctable with maybe adding an administrative annex ... but the old building would have been impossible to bring up to date.
Ceilings were about 9 or 10 feet high and it had large and abundant windows to make it usable in pre-airconditioning days. For comfort in the early days windows were usually left wide open despite West Texas wind and sand and occasional rain. And the layout was such that central airconditioning was out of the question. The alternative was a bunch of window units ... and in the early days those units were not overly efficient. Renovation was virtually impractical.
But I recall fondly walking the floors of that old courthouse which probably was not unlike most other Texas courthouses. Hardwood floors in offices and the courtroom that were swept daily with something like oil-soaked sawdust. Marble or granite floors in hallways with a 4-foot wainscot that were mopped daily with a disinfectant that smelled like horse linamint. And nasty spittoons in the hallways and even the courtroom. (Between 1910 and 1950, tobacco consumption of choice was snuff and not cigars or cigarettes ... and farmers never perfected their aim when they spit.)
The district courtroom was a dismal and scary place for a kid to peek inside when court was not in session. The mixture of the dank smell of that closed room along with the other smells coming from musty records, oiled floors and disinfected halls convinced me that a courtroom was no place to be, regardless of which side of the law one was on.
The old clock tower could be seen from about five miles away when nearing Roby ... and I cannot help by look for it today when I cross the Clear Fork coming from the east or north. I feel sorrow when I think about the generations of kids in Fisher County who have not and will never again experience a wide-eyed walk through that old building ... and feel a bit of pride in the monument their great grandfathers were so proud of.