Every kid has a dream, mine was to own a dirtbike!

Every kid has a dream, mine was to own a dirtbike!
It's funny how kids grow up.  Some realize their potential and become President, others wind up in Jail.  For some reason or another I fall just short of realizing my potential and thankfully I've never wound up in jail (and maybe sometime I'll divulge a few of my stories of "almost"...
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My Mother, the "Mouse"

My Mother, the "Mouse"
The question posed was, "If you could visit with a deceased friend or family member, who would it be?  What would you do?"  This was an easy one--it would be my mother. Mother was extremely reserved and very proper. Although she was competent and capable she avoided leadership positions. She was...
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Precious Time Lost

Precious Time Lost
I had the most wonderful mother who always had a smile on her face even though she had a tough life. I wish we could have been friends and she would have shared her unhappy times with me,  but that was during the 1940's and parents were so different. I'm sure she didn't...
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My Brother - My Friend

My Brother - My Friend
I seem to have always had a more stringent definition of what a "friend" is than most people.  I have had many great "acquaintances" in my life, some fairly meaningful, but I have truly had only two or three friends in my 78 years of living.  One of those - the...
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Second to None

Second to None
My parents both enjoyed music. Dad was a self-taught, hillbilly, fiddler/singer who, as a teenager had played for many a square dance in Arkansas, took great joy in musically recreating the woes of the Indian girl “Red Wing,” the humorous ballad “Rye Whiskey,” and other old songs. Mother had been raised...
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Cutting Firewood

Cutting Firewood
I attended a Memorial Service for my last remaining brother last Saturday. He was 84 years old, six years older than I.  Although we were brothers, we grew up in a vastly different world and had strikingly different memories of our childhood and adolescence. We in the family called him “Gene.” ...
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Can While You Can

Can While You Can
One of Mother’s many household duties during the summer when vegetables and fruits were ripe was to can as many fruits and vegetables as she could. The only canning process available brought with it a tour in the very fires of hell. Vegetables tend to ripen in the hottest part of...
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Aladdin's Lamp and The Butter Thief

Aladdin's Lamp and The Butter Thief
There was an upside to my finger being crushed by that rod line.  Dad must have contacted the oil company who operated the lease because several months later he, Mother, and I drove to Oklahoma City to visit an official in the oil company's executive offices.   Dad came out with $300.00;...
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Shaking the Oklahoma Dust Off Our Sandals

We bought our groceries on credit in “Jim Trout’s” store in Drumright.  Dad paid the bill when he came home.  On bill paying days Mr. Trout always filled a paper bag with penny candy and gave itto Mother, to be doled out to the kids.  I am sure he was pleased...
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Gone With The Wind

Gone With The Wind
Sometime in the late 1930's Dad came up with an improvement that was even more remarkable than his running water.  He brought electricity into our house.  A light bulb replaced the coal oil lamp.  The radio’s battery no longer had to be charged in the car.   All this electricity came from...
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War and Romance

The 1940's began with hopefulness washing across the land. The "Great Depression,” under the assault of eight years of government welfare programs launched by America’s first socialistic president, while still alive and well was loosening its grip.   More men were working and most children were going to bed with food in...
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December 7, 1941

We were driving home, having spent the day enjoying a belated Thanksgiving holiday in Tulsa with my oldest brother, Robert, and his family.  The tires on Dad’s 1935 Dodge droned in harmony with its engine as it moved along at the stately, safe, 50 miles an hour Dad always chose.  Other...
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Unsavory Capitalism in the `40's

Kansas, by law, was a dry state.  The only legal alcoholic beverage was 3.2 beer, so-called because its alcoholic content cannot exceed 3.2% of its total volume.  A person can become intoxicated drinking this beer but they have to work at it.   Oklahoma, which was only one mile south, was just...
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Not All Johnny's Came Marching Home

Not All Johnny's Came Marching Home
  Technical Sgt. Raymond R. (Rudy) Carriker In Caney’s Washington Grade School we fourth graders, destined to become the first generation of Americans to pass from childhood to adolescence in a world totally committed to war, found our school days changed within the time of a few heartbeats.  We began bringing...
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What Kind of Milk Will You Have?

When we first moved to Caney our house was a block north of the Missouri Pacific Railroad tracks.  Just south of the tracks there were two grocery stores.   Ferguson’s, on the east side of Wood Street, also sold gasoline and motor oil, and served as the office for what was then...
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Childhood Chores

What childhood chores or jobs do you recall? ·       Were the chores circulated around each week, as my Auntie Joan did with her 8 children? My three older sisters and I shared doing the dishes. If one were not there the other three would still have to share them, sometimes that...
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Jimmy and Me- Part1

Jimmy and Me- Part1
I was fortunate to have a unique relationship with all 9 of my siblings. In the coming stories I hope to share memories with all. Jimmy was the oldest and I was next. So, I spent more time with Jimmy than any of the others. I looked up to him as...
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Bits & pieces of my life as I remember growing up

Bits & pieces of my life as I remember growing up
    Karen Blackham       My Mom with me - 1 month old       I was born in a small town (pop 1,000) in Moroni, Utah, on (Thursday) February 10, 1949 with my twin sister Ruth.    We were the 4 th and 5 th children in...
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One Magical Month in Mexico- Week Two

One Magical Month in Mexico- Week Two
Below is the blog created by Ken during our month in Merida, Yucatan, Mexico. Monday, July 19, 2010 Monday? Back to School! Our Italian dinner out Sunday night provided more confirmation of just how tightly knit the expat community in Mérida really is. We got to talking to a couple of...
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One Magical Month in Merida- Week One

One Magical Month in Merida-  Week One
Below is the blog created by Ken during our month in Merida, Yucatan, Mexico. Tuesday, July 13, 2010 Off we go! Well it all starts here. Packing up four people plus a video production business is nightmarish to say the least, but we're almost ready to go! Looking forward to lots...
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