|Dr. Pepper memory from childhood|
I learned a lot about life from that upstairs window. The family up the street from us, the Cantrells, had six children (later seven), but we called them the sixes. Many summer days one of the sixes would let me tag along
|Courtesy of Ron Wagoner.|
|Thanks to MHS Class '64 & Sammie Ketcher|
My favorite song of all was "Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier." Even then I was part feminist because I wore a white Polly Crockett hat, not the brown one made for boys, but poor Polly never had a song named after her. Fess Parker sings Davy Crocket Sherry and Judy Cantrell and I ventured off to the Neosho River, and walked up and down the banks of the muddy flowing river. When it flooded it was even more dangerous and more reason to walk to the edges of the swirling river. Most homes didn't fence off their backyards, so we thought it was safe to tread on their property, even the magnificent homes north of Route 66 along the river banks. Carol Cosby lived very near the river, and we often stood on the bank throwing sticks into the water and searched for snakes. Don't know what we would have done if we'd found one!
My mother had a kind heart and my father was a flamboyant man who loved to tell a good story and drive fast cars, but it was a hobo who spent an afternoon with us on the doorstep that sparked my imagination and opened my eyes to the wide wide world. We were only a few blocks from the railroad tracks, and it was not uncommon for hobo's to hop on and off the trains passing through. Mother would always serve them soup or a baloney sandwich, and I would watch from the screen door as they ate alone.
|1985 Matt, Michael, Katy, Letty.|
|Clouds building in the Grand Canyon|
This is a link to a great old photo of Gene's Tarry-A-While in Miami, Oklahoma. Thanks Fredas Cook.