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Oh, I forgot that your daughter is an AMAZINGLY talented Artist that should be highly encouraged to purse her dreams as she is a wonderful talent. No kidding here!
Those drawings were some of the best that I have ever seen, and from such a YOUNG person. She is mature beyond her years. You've done a wonderful job of raising this amazingly talented young lady CG. I mean that with all sincerity. Kudos to you AND your wife! |
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![]() (Maybe we can start a new one... ("Okies (and future Okies) who have exceptional daughters".... Bet that would be popular!)) ![]() I (SO hope I'm not sounding like a Californian with all the "SO"'s) want this thread to continue... I'm one of those guys who LIKES to learn about the last generation and their wisdom, my father died relatively young.... There was still a LOT I could have learned from him.... (God knows I have a LOT to learn.) ![]() Quote:
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I believe the word we used was "WOW!" But tell the truth... Don't you think she'd be WAY better off skating in "The Great White North"? If so, have I got a property for you! ![]() Back to the Oklahoma Vignettes thread: M. |
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My dad's mom was well over 100 when she passed as well. Her parents were in the land rush in the central part of the state. They settled on a quarter section north west of Hennessey, in an area called Lacey. Grannies school had a population of 6 when she graduated. She was the youngest of 13 kids and the only daughter. As a young woman in WWI, she corresponded with a guy she was sweet on who was "over there." There was no local mail delivery, so if someone went to the general store, they picked up the mail. Seems Grannies mail from her "beau" (her word, not mine) never made it home. When she wanted to read her love letters, she would have to go to the store and pull it off the bulletin board. One time, she told me, she got to go to the store on her own and sure enough, one of his letters was in the mail. She took it home and read it several times (I am sure you 15 year old ladies would understand that feeling), then hid it. Her favorite brother pestered her endlessly until she shared it. So she went to get it from her hiding place in the silo, he took a look at it, read it, and handed it off to one of the other brothers. The next time she saw it was when she pulled it off the bulletin board..........
I am sure most of you can remember seeing a wash board. Her and her mom's toughest job was to keep the clothes clean. for 12 boys and a father who farmed, that was a full time job. One of the standard bits of clothing was underwear. It was made of red wool, it was long sleeved and long legged. it had a button up front and a trap door on the back side. The letter came when the boys were harvesting wheat. I don't know how many of you have ever harvested wheat, but the wheat chaff is itchier than fiberglass. Particularly when you have been sweating. Which is what you did wearing wool underwear while working. Grannie told me she starched the underwear so heavy that you could lean the wool against a wall and it would stand there. She said it was worth staying up all night washing out the starch while the brothers spread lard all over the inside of their legs, under their arms, under their chins, behind the knees, etc.....apparently that rash lasted for more than a week....... This is just a story to remind those of you who think that after moving here you will meet a bunch of push overs. Some of us are, but do NOT mess with the grannies......they are tougher than you think. |
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My grandpa was very reclusive and anti-social, even amongst other Indians. I can remember going to town and him not saying more than two words to the white men the entire day. But he loved his grandkids and i was lucky enough to be with him. He used to tell hunting and fishing secrets. He'd say things like if you go hunting for rabbits, watch for the hawks, and they will tell you where the game is or when crossing streams you had to ask permission from the spirits of the waters. There are spirit beings in the woods and not to look back if you see one out of the corner of your eye because they like to play tricks. We always walked in complete silence, and I think that is how he taught reverence for nature. He was very superstitious of signs. Like once while walking along a creek, a water bird flew just a few feet right over our heads from behind us. Later a mother deer stood with her fawn watching us and we would freeze and watch her. Each was an important sign or omen. Like we wouldn't fish at a certain spot and had to move on until just the right place where there was "sign". He used the word "grandfather" a lot, and called certain large trees or other creatures grandfather. I loved those walks. He liked to chew tobacco on those walks. |
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Good stories... Keep them coming.
I wish this thing would let me rep you guys. M. |
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For fun my grandpa said they used to run footraces.
Once he said there was a horse he really wanted to ride, but his father and uncle kept telling him that horse is too wild, its a stallion. Well, he said he got up on that horse one day and the horse bolted, running full speed across the pasture. He said he could barely hang on and he was scared to jump off. He let that horse run until it ran itself out. When I was young, he always had 3 or 4 horses. He was very tall and thin and would point his head up, stretch his lips out and make a smile like a horse because he had giant teeth. I remember I used to laugh so hard at that face. His saying was, "Boy, you shor' got tickled!" |
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Those stories are wonderful. Hope you keep them coming.
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Guess GP and RB are busy, I was enjoying this thread...
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My daughter informs me that "double-posting is "so lame",
but I'd sure hate to see this thread die, so I'll take the chance of appearing "so lame".... (I'm almost fearless at this age...) ![]() C'mon GP and RB!!! Us pale faces amongst others, DO want to hear these stories.... If you find the time, please post more! M. |
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