Showing posts with label Jefferson school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jefferson school. Show all posts

Sunday, April 6, 2025

Reflections on Our Past

 Reflections....on Our Past  

written for the Norman Transcript by Frances Barker Maynard, edited by Letty Stapp Watt

1900's Norman, Oklahoma

My father, Bland C. Barker, came to Norman in 1902 and started the Barker Lumber Company. It was just east of Cleveland County Courthouse, on the land which is now the Security National Bank drive-in, between East Comanche and Eufaula on South Peters Street.

He had a team of horses and a large "dray" to deliver lumber around the town and in the country--all roads were dirt (and MUD after any amount of rain). Two men were hired to help in the lumber yard, in delivering lumber, and to do some building.

My mother, Lucy McKittrick, was a school teacher at Jefferson School.

Eastside School grades 1-12 built in 1894. In 1909 when the new Norman High School opened on the corner of E. Gray and Ponca (facing the south) they renamed Eastside to be Jefferson school grades 1-8. This building burned mysteriously in 1914. The new building opened 1916. 


One fall, the Norman Chamber of Commerce held a contest. The young girls of the community were to represent the different business--literally. Mother was assigned the Barker Lumber Company. 

She didn't know Mr. Barker, and he didn't know Miss McKittrick. So, it was with some misgivings, that Mother went down to the lumber yard to see if there was something she could use in making a costume.

Daddy was very helpful. He brought out tar paper and bangles, strips of color charts, and different shapes and sizes of wood blocks.

Mother took these home, and fashioned a beautiful and very unique costume. On the bottom of the long black dress, she made a flared border from the tar paper, and decorated it with the bangles. Around the collar and down the front of the waist, she sewed the strips of color charts. She also used these strips to make a tiara to wear on her hair. She made a belt, using the wood blocks, to wear around her waist.

The night of the contest, my mother, according to my father, was radiant--with her brown eyes and black hair, and her beautiful costume. She carried a stand-up placard with read, "Barker Lumber Company." 

She was the Winner!

Needless, to say, about a year later, Mother and Daddy were married, but not until Bland C. Barker attended the World Series and Fair in St. Louis in 1904. 

Six children were born to the union: Hermione, Clarence, Frances, Norman, Forrest and Jack. 

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The reflection closes with the children's names but continues with a little research. The saddest story is that Lucy's son, Norman fought in WWII and is listed as MIA. 

Frances' mother, Lucy McKittrick, was hired to teach at Eastside school in June 1902. The Norman Transcript 1902.2.6 published those receiving teacher certificates. 


I do not know how long Lucy continued to teach at Jefferson. Her daughter, Frances Barker, attended many social events in Norman and Oklahoma City where she played the piano and sang for the audiences. She was a highly talented musician. Frances graduated from the University of Oklahoma in 1940 with a degree in music.

In the 1980's Terri Street was hired to teach music at Jefferson Elementary. Terri went on to become a media specialist/librarian for the Norman Public Schools until retirement. She and I remain great friends from our teaching years at Jefferson.

When I saw the last name Maynard, I remembered that Terri had relatives with that last name. One phone call later and we realized that Terri was related to that lovely radiant Lucy McKittrick who began teaching on the same landsite nearly 80 years before.

Terri writes: Frances Alice Barker of Norman married my Granddaddy's older brother, Louis Jackson Maynard. They lived in Norman for many years where she later taught school. Louis, the historian and professor taught at OU and wrote several books on our state's history. They raised two adopted children, and bought a rural property at Wetumka, Ok after Louis retired. They both lived long and happy lives and I remember them well. He loved to write and tell stories, and she loved to sing, play music, and make others laugh. 

It's a small world, isn't it?


We are the Jefferson Dragons. We symbolize "Power, Wisdom, and Chaos." Right now, we are sorting through the chaos and laughing...laughing and loving every moment of the research expedition into our history. 

Letty Watt, Jefferson Historian

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Inspiration--A Story A Story

Rainbows over the Highlands.
It’s been several years since I told stories professionally.  Now I tell stories through my blog, through social gatherings, quietly in my head, on pieces of paper that I eventually lose, and sometimes for organizations who want a 30-60 minute speaker.  I like it best when there is an audience; where eyes and hearts will interact with the stories I share, but I beam with joy when someone replies to a blog posting that reached out to them.


        Like storytellers for eons of time, I believe that life’s sorrows, worries, triumphs, and joys can be endured when told in a story.  “Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t
Book Dog
remember who we are or why we’re here.”  (Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees.)   Sometimes stories lie way down in my belly and other times they drift through my head like spinning spirally clouds.  It’s when they are not surrounding me that I feel most alone.  That’s when I reflect and turn to a place or time for inspiration.  


I needed to refresh my brain with stories and memories, so I went to my book cup board to search.  Books have always taken me vicariously through life, often giving me new roads to explore.  When the cupboard opened there sat my puppet, Book Dog, cramped in a corner but happy to see me.  I laughed because I was confident that I had not left him there.  What mystery of life had taken a puppet out of bag and set him in front of a door for me to see at this moment?  Ah!, yes, a house full of children one weekend played with the puppets and helped me rearrange the shelves.  The laughter of seeing the puppet, the memories of children’s voices asking for
Jefferson puppeteers
Book Dog, and the stories themselves began to flow easily through my mind’s eye. 

I took a notebook filled with my favorite stories, and headed to the patio to sit in the sun and read.  Inspiration with each story took me back to a time when stories came to life in the eyes of the children surrounding me.  A tear trickled down my face and I smiled.  The children who inspired me to share stories
Prairie Hills Middle School Storytellers
of laughter, of sadness, of courage, and to take those unexpected journeys in life are now grown.  To all of you I say, “Thank you for sharing your enthusiasm of life, your imaginative thoughts, your real life adventures, and for opening your hearts to a well told story.”

A story A story, Let it Come, Let it Go. 

P.S.  After posting this story only 24 hours ago I have been in touch with two of my former students, who were storytellers.  We can't imagine how much difference we make in each others lives by simply sharing a story from the heart.  



*Thank you Cindy Dale for this beautiful photo of the double rainbow over the Highlands.  

*students from PHMS: April Whittington, Becky Walenz, Ben Rawlins, Lindsey Snyder, Omid Heidari.