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1st Journey

1st Journey

To my 5 yr old Grand daughter Gelsey Weiss in 1984 on tape only.

It is Dec 1944. I am stationed at Terminal island – between Long Beach and San Pedro. I arrived here in mid Nov from Navy Officers Indoctrination School in Ft Schuyler in upper New York City. I am assigned to a new Ship – Gardiners Bay AVP 39. It is near completion in Seattle Wash. Our crew is being put together at Terminal Island. My assignments are Signal Officer, Air and quartermaster Division Officer, Asst Navigator, and Asst Air Officer. I acquired other duties as time went on. My special training here is 1 week ship handling on board a 45′ boat with 4 other trainees, 1 week of fire fighting, 1 week of Navy signal training and 2 weeks at a special highly classified Loran Navy Navigation school at Treasure Island between Oakland and San Francisco the 2 weeks prior to Christmas.

When I arrived at Terminal Island they assigned me in the BOQ (Bachelors Officers Quarters). I stayed there a week and a fellow Officer was staying in Long Beach with the E W Vicks. He was in a big room in a small mansion and said I could stay with them. In the BOQ I had to do duty on the week-ends. So I moved in with the Vicks. He was a diamond setter – jeweler that made rings for Hollywood stars among others. They had 2 sons in the military service. The Vicks invited me to eat with them about half the time when I was there. I got to know them as real good friends. He later made Madell’s wedding rings and then later Madell & I visited them and they took us to the horse races at Santa Anita. The Vicks were both chain smokers of Lucky Strikes. They couldn’t get them off base – so I bought 4 packs for 15 cents a pack every time I went by the PX.

When I left after Christmas to go to Seattle – I left 1/2 full of Lucky Strikes – they thought they had struck “lode”. When I left Hong Kong China in Feb 1946 to come Destroyer – we landed in Terminal Island in early March. Vicks and they came and picked me up and I stayed with while I as being processed and being released to inactive. When I arrived back from Treasure Island the weekend before Christmas in 1944 all of my crew had already shipped out to Seattle. I had my orders also to report to Seattle. My cousin Helen Capps and her husband Griffin lived in Ontario, Calif. Her mother Cora Hurley lived a block up the street from her. Cora was my Papa Roy Whitson’s oldest sister. I spent 2 or 3 days with them over Christmas. We talked about old times and I learned more about Papa’s family from Aunt Cora. Then I went back to the Vicks and packed up my belongings in my 4 Navy suitcases and caught the train to Seattle. I had a bunk on the train and is was a great overnight ride up the coast. Our Ship was not finished but the living quarters were and I checked in and lived with 5 other Junior Officers in my new quarters on board.

Gelsey, you have a tape recorder and you are good at using it for a 5 yr old. We have a tape that you sent us for Christmas that we will always keep. You made another that I would like to have. It is a tape of you singing. Your 2 yr old Bro Nathan will not go to sleep without that tape playing in his bed. He says “Gelsey sings – Gelsey sings” and they have to put your tape in his bed and then he goes to sleep with you singing. A young Patsy Cline you are not at the time – but he thinks so. Merry Christmas – I Love you – Paw Paw.

Dale Whitson March 2008.

7th Journey

Journeys with Paw Paw #7
First supplement to a Tale of 5 Country Kids (1991)
By Dale Whitson, Dec. 1997

Among the things I want to add is about the town of Fame, Oklahoma in 1931 as I remember it and from stories passed down from earlier days. The town was larger and more active before 1931. In years gone by the town had a drugstore with a soda fountain that was owned by the local Doctor Smith who was an M.D. The drugstore was on the southeast corner of the town crossroads. The biggest store was the Hensley General Merchandise store across the street on the southwest corner of the crossroads. The post office was in the Hensley store and Mrs. Hensley was the postmistress. At one time the post office was in a building south of the drugstore. The 1st owners of the store that I remember were my Uncle Russel and Aunt Lula (mama’s sister) Hensley. He later sold the store to his sister Bertie and Earnest Downum (Earnest was mama’s cousin). They ran that store until it closed sometime in the later 1960’s. There was another Gen Mdse store south of the old post office building.

The two stores sold dry goods, bolt cloth (denim ticking, broadcloth, canvas, etc.) shoes, overalls, shirts, dresses, under-wear and socks. They sold all kinds of hardware, feed, all kinds of medicine, gasoline, oil, kerosene (coal oil), but their main line was groceries. They also bought and sold eggs, pecans, butter and chickens. Eggs were 5¢ a dozen, gasoline 8¢ a gallon for white gas and 10¢ for red gas, and coal oil (kerosene) was 5¢ a gallon. All of our lamps were kerosene and we used it for starting fires. It is slow burning and poured on kindling wood or dry corncobs makes a quick fire with firewood. The main groceries were flour in 50lb bags, dry beans, sugar, cornmeal, cured pork, cheese, baloney, bananas, and all kinds of other food items. The only refrigeration was two iceboxes with ice delivered twice a week from Eufaula. There was no electricity or gas or running water in the town.

The feed they sold was mainly chicken feed for laying hens. It was sold in 100lb print bags suitable for making clothes. We had about 6 choices of patterns or colors of bags. Mama made shirts, shorts, pillowcases, curtains, and anything else we could use out of the bags.

My brother Johnnie and wife Lahoma owned and ran the other store for a couple of years in about 1939 & 1940. They had only a small inventory of mostly groceries. They lived next door to the store and I think Mac and Susan were both born there.

The clothes we wore were nearly all homemade shirts with high bib overalls made of denim. We had high back or low back with buttons on the suspenders at the waist in the back. In the winter we all wore a one-piece long john wool suit under our clothes. We each had two suits and we changed every 3 or 4 days. We usually slept in them too. The other suit got washed and the process started over again. In the summer we wore one-piece BVDs with a slit in the back just like the long john’s. The slit was so you could use the bathroom without undressing in the cold. We would get one pair of shoes a year in the fall. They were work, dress and school shoes all in one pair. They were usually high top lace ups. We had rubber boots for wading in the cow and horse lots and for the mud and snow. One coat and a wool sweater of some kind made up our wardrobe.

Now back to the town of Fame. South of town was an active Methodist church and east of town was the Baptist church, which we attended. At least half of the folks in the Baptist church were our relatives. Grandpa Turner’s family (mama’s family) had 6 or 7 families and Downums (Susie Downum was Grandpa Turner’s sister) had another 4 or 5 families in the community. So the Downums were all 1st, 2nd or 3rd cousins to all the Turner offspring. All these families and their in-laws made up about half of the community.

The school was by the Baptist church on the other side of the old gin pond. In years past there was a cotton gin between the church and the school. The old boiler for steam was still there on the bank of the millpond. I will tell more about the gin later. The school had been a high school in years past. Mama went to high school before she was married in 1916. She was 18 when she and Papa were married. Her sisters after her also went to high school there. The high school closed for the grades over eighth in about 1930 or before. The high school kids then went to Stidham high school that was about 4 miles from Fame. All 5 of us kids graduated from Fame grade school and from Stidham high school. Sometime in the 60’s or 70’s, both the Fame grade school and the Stidham high school closed. The grade school kids went to Stidham and all the high school kids went to Eufaula by busing. Eufaula is 13 miles or so from Stidham School. In the 30’s Stidham had an active cotton gin. Eufaula had 3 gins.

The cotton gin was big part of the economy of raising cotton. Cotton that is picked right out of the field must be “ginned”. Ginning separated the cottonseed from the lint or fiber. Two thirds of the just picked cotton is seed by weight. 1500lbs of cotton from the field makes a 500lb bale of lint cotton. The cotton gin was a big part of the industrial revolution and made cotton farming into a major agriculture industry. Cotton was the major cash crop of the southern part of the United States. Lint is for clothes and all kinds of fabric long before nylon. Cottonseed is a major oil and shortening foods product. The by-products of oil processing are cottonseed meal and cottonseed hulls that are very important and major livestock feed products.

Apparently Grandpa Turner furnished the land for the school, church and the gin. He owned the adjoining land. Grandpa Turner was by far the largest land owner and farmer in the community. He came to Indian Territory long before statehood in the early 1890’s or late 1880’s. He cleared the land and started farming in those years. All of the real good farming land in the community is now under water of the Eufaula Lake that was built in the 1950s. Oklahoma became a state in 1907. Grandpa’s kids in order of their ages are: Etta (Sam Self), Edgar (Aunt Golda), Hester (mama), Irvin (Aunt Ollie), Jesse (Aunt Mattie), Lula (Russel Hensley), Susan (Elmer Nix), Reuben (Aunt Jo), and Lewis (Aunt Cleo).

Grandpa Turner’s farming and pasture land was probably 800-900 acres. He owned more than half of it and rented the other part. Papa farmed about 100 aces in the bottom. He rented it all and part was from Grandpa. We all lived up on the hill out of the bottom. The good farm land was all in the bottom – now under water. We had 40 acres of cotton, 40 acres of corn, 10 acres of oats, 5 acres of hay and 5 acres of head feed for cow feed. All of the farming was done with mules. Tractors came along in about 1939 and quickly replaced the mule farming. We borrowed equipment from Grandpa for a lot of our harvesting. He had a row binder for the head fee. He had a 5ft cut binder for the oats. He had all the equipment for cutting, raking and baling the hay. A big thrasher would come thru the county and thrash the oats of all the farmers. They would move from farm to farm and everybody would help everybody else in getting the bundles hauled in from the field to the thrasher that was powered by a big tractor and run off a belt drive. Most farmers did not have the equipment to do all the things we did. The corn was for feed for the mules, hogs, cows and chickens. The oats was for the mules, hogs, cows and chickens. The head feed was both stalk and grain head feed or the cows. The head feed was grain sorghum called Darso or Hegari and was hauled in and stacked in ricks outside for winter-feeding to the cows we were milking. We kept seed from all of these crops for next year’s planting including the cotton. Pork was the meat everybody had to eat. We would kill the hogs in cold cold winter and cure it out and salt it down so it could be kept thru the summer without refrigeration. It was cured and smoked in the smoke house. We had beef 4 or 5 times a year on a strictly fresh basis only. Some neighbor or we would kill a calf and peddle it thru the neighborhood the same day. It was cooked that day or the next. Most of it was as “chicken fried” steak or roast. We had a lot of fried chicken that we caught fresh and dressed and cook all the same day. We had fried chicken nearly every Sunday all spring and summer. The old hens would lay the eggs and set on them until hatched. Then they would raise them up to about half or two thirds grown until they were frying size. In the winter months we would have old hens or rooster with chicken and dumplings or dressing.

The Baptist church was the center of the community along with the school. Grandpa Turner was the Sunday school superintendent, Papa was the song leader and Mama was always the key small kids teacher. We’d have a visiting preacher about twice a month for Sunday morning and Sunday night services. The hat would be passed around to take up a collection for him. He would usually get $10 to $15 a trip. Depending on where he lived, he would spend the night with someone in the community and that was usually at our house.

The schoolhouse had 3 rooms, with a gym on the west side. The teachers lived in the teacher’s house behind the school. A man and wife were two of the teachers and one other young single lady was the other teacher. Sometimes this young lady would room and board with us in our “big” house. Usually someone else in the community had more room and would take her in. Those teachers taught 8 grades in the 3 rooms. Johnnie and I graduated together in 1934 and there were 5 in our class. When we graduated from Stidham High school in 1938, there were 19 in the class.

Some of the other families in the community lived down in the bottom that is now covered with water. There were 5 Williams families – 4 brothers and 1 sister. There was Joe Druie (married Rena Self), Obie, Marian, the sister married to a Winters. Joe Williams son, Joe Roy, married Roberta Turner (uncle Edgar’s daughter). One other family – Luke Dalton was the 2nd largest farmer in the bottom and he lived up in the north end of the bottom. Among the Williams, Dalton and Turners – they farmed 90% of the 2500 acres of the good land in the bottom.

Other families in the community were 2 families of Rapps, 2 of Arteberry, 2 of McIntosh, Boatman, Bruce, Corley, Counts, Story, Young, Needham, Overman, McCoy, Freemen, Pigman, Rhodes, Redding, Garland, Lindhardt, and a few others. These last named families all lived out of the bottom except the Rhodes. From 1929 thru 1933 times were really tough. Those were the Great Depression years when many people did not have a job or anywhere to go get a job. The farming land out of the bottom was not very productive in good years and was bad in bad years of low rainfall. We were better off than many of our neighbors because we had some good land to farm. It was real tough on everybody.

In about 1932 or 1933 the government gave clothes and groceries to those most in need. Papa was appointed custodian of some of these goods. We had our back room piled high with corduroy pants and jackets and with flour and beans. Papa took care of this with no pay. We were not eligible for the clothes. I think we did get some of the groceries. Later on the WPA came along and helped people get along until the worst of the Depression was over in 1934 and 1935. These were not the “good old days”.

In January we a have a real cold spell. We have 8 or 9 inches of snow on the ground and schools are turned out. One morning Sommy Lowry walked into our place about 11 o’clock. His mother was Papa’s sister Aunt Flora and his dad was Uncle Jack Lowry. Uncle Jack was not a very good father. Sommy told us that they didn’t have anything to eat. They lived up in Hogskin Bend on the river near Lenna. He had 5 sisters at home, 2 older and 3 younger. We fixed up a bunch of food in some burlap bags (we called them “toe sacks”). We fixed some ham, bacon, corn meal, potatoes from the cellar, some canned fruit and vegetables, milk, beans and salt. Papa went down to the store with us and got a 20 lb sack of flour and some baking powder. We tied that up in some sacks and tied it on the back of our saddles. We had two horses, ole’ Snip and ole’ Smokey. Sommy and I headed out up the snow-covered road and back to their house. We got back to his house about 2 o’clock. Aunt Flora cooked up a big meal and they ate well for the first time in a good while. After we ate I headed out back home leading ole Snip and riding ole Smokey. I got home about dark.

Uncle Jack was not a good provider, husband or father. He always lived way back in the bend of the river or up in the edge of the mountains where he could hide out a bootleg “whiskey still”. He made whiskey when he could get the ingredients. He sold some of it and drank the rest. He always had one team of mules and farmed a little cotton and corn. They’d work all year to get some cotton to sell. They’d pick a load and Uncle Jack would take it to town and sell it. They expected him to get some groceries and some clothes and shoes for fall. Much of the time he would get the money and go buy a quart of moonshine and get falling down, slobbering, crying and fighting drunk and then pass out. Someone usually stole all of his money while he was passed out. If no one was with him he would get back to the wagon in the wagon yard and pass out and spend the night sleeping and sobering up. When he got home the next day he wouldn’t have any money or anything. Sometimes Sommy or Balford (the older son) would be with him and they would get him in the wagon and drive him home even though he was passed out. Sometimes they could keep him from getting robbed. If he came home and was awake he would slap and whip everybody that crossed him in any way. Aunt Flora would take the younger kids out in the cotton patch and hide out until he went to sleep.

Sommy went into the army in 1943. He was killed in Germany while in the service. Aunt Flora and Uncle Jack got insurance monthly from his death as long as they lived. The insurance gave them more money than they had ever had in their lives. They lived off of it until they died. The insurance was not a lot but I have often wondered what would have happened to that family without it. Aunt Flora had 11 kids and only 8 lived to be grown. Sommy was my age. When I think of tough times, I think of Sommy and January 1931.

Grandpa J. F. Whitson came to Indian Territory (Oklahoma statehood in 1907) in 1890 from Arkansas. Papa Roy was born on the state line between Okla. and Ark. in1889. They lived out in the Ozark hills real close to the state line and he never really knew which state he was born in. Their address was Hackett, Arkansas, a little town 15 miles south of Fort Smith.

Grandpa had 7 children in the following order: Cora Hurley, Flora (Jack Lowry), Wayne, Virgil (Aunt Ester), Papa Velma Whitson, and Frank. Grandpa later married another Martha and she died in 1926 in Lenna, Oklahoma.

Papa was at one time a deputy county sheriff in McIntosh County either just before or just after he got married in 1916. He was also a member of the Vigilantes. In those days they were a loosely knit group that helped suppress and punish crimes when the law was inadequate. He told of one case of a man that married a young widow with two small boys about 8 & 9 years old. The man was mean to all of them. He would whip and slap them around and make them work extra hard. The Vigilantes went to him and warned him to straighten up and treat the family right. He didn’t listen. They went back and got him and took him out in the woods and gave him a good country butt whipping. He got drunk later and mistreated them again. They went and got him on horseback wearing their hoods. They took him way out in the woods and stripped him off. They poured liquid tar all over him and covered him with feathers. They gave him until sundown the next day to be forever gone or else. Papa called that treatment “ku klux” him. That was the way the Ku Klux Klan treated people they wanted out of the community. No body ever saw the man again. Years later one of those grown up boys came and looked Papa up and thanked him for changing that family’s life for the better.

There weren’t any laws to deal with family situations like the above in those days. Family, friends or neighbors had to take care of this type thing. Many family feuds came about because of this type of thing. The Vigilantes and the Ku Klux Klan were mostly formed after the Civil War in 1865. The Ku Klux Klan was formerly organized in 1915 in Georgia as “the Invisible Empire, Knights of the Ku Klux Klan”. From that time on the Ku Klux Klan has been considered a white supremacist secret group. The official lawmen in those days were primarily involved in murder, theft and other crimes considered major. The local folks had to take care of cowardly bullies like the man they “ku kluxed”. I guess that you could call that old times Neighborhood Watch.

End of first supplement Dec. 1997

8th Journey

Journeys # 8 for my grand kids. by Dale Whitson Feb15 ’12. Yesterday, on Feb 14 – Valentines day, I sent some of you an email about hundreds & hundreds of Robbin Red Breasts on our park. That was the 1st and last day we saw them. We walked around the park at 11 and they would just get out of our way and them come right back as we passed by. By 2 PM they were all gone and we haven’t seen one since. Today there are none. All of you Okie’s start looking for them – they must be on the way. Our park has thousands of earth worm mounds. That is what they were getting.
Madell had an appointment for her 6 months heart check up at 3 and when we went around the park to go to the Dr. – not a robbin – not even a straggler was around.

Madell had her lab work done last week and when we checked in at the Okie heart Drs place (he grew up in Lawton and went to O U) – they did an ekg on her. When he came in and checked all the reports and did a complete check on her heart – fore and aft – he gave her several excellent grades on all accounts. He didn’t like the way Okla State treated O U in last falls football game!! He told me to take her out for a Valentine’s dinner and come back in 6 months.

The Dr had put in 2 medicated stints in her main artery that was 99 1/2 % stopped up – on June 3rd. This followed a 5 min careflight by helicopter from one Hospital here in Ft Worth where we had gone to the emergency room – to the main heart unit downtown. By the time I drove from one Hosp to the other – they had the procedure well under way.

We met friends for dinner and played cards afterwards. I was the big winner. Yesterday was a very fine day. Dale Whitson Feb 15 2012.

51st Journey

Cowtown(Ft Worth) Stock Show and Rodeo.

The shows started Jan 15th for a 24 day run.  It is the Main Event for Cowtown every year. This is my story of involvement for the past 70 years.

The 1st time I got out of Okla. I came to the Ft Worth show in 1940.  Our livestock judging team from Connors jr College at Warner, Okla. came here and we won 1st place.  I have a picture of me and Dillard Bryce on that trip.  We later had him back as the official Angus Cattle judge in the late 1970’s.

I went on to Okla A & M college from Connors and graduated in “43.  I went into the Navy fighter pilot training.  Got out of the Navy in 1946 – got Married to Madell and in 1947 moved to New London Tex as Vo Ag Teacher.  In Jan 1948 we had 9 show calves to bring to the Ft Worth Stock Show.  We left New London during the worst Ice Storm they have had in many years.  The Highways were solid ice and schools and business were all closed down.  But we had to get the calves to Cowtown for the show.  We bought chains for the trucks and my car and loaded up and headed to the show. The streets were not iced down after we got close to Dallas.  The boys got to stay in the new cattle barns that had been completed that year.  They have “dorms”  overhead in one end of the new barns that had just been completed that year.

In 1950 I brought my FFA meats judging team to Ft Worth and Armour set up classes of meats for us to practice judging.

The next time I went to the show was to the rodeo in 1972.  I went to work for Purina Mills in 1953 and ended up moving to Cowtown in 1971.  I have missed 3 rodeos since then.

I helped or set up a booth for Purina every year from 1972 until I retired in 1986.

In 1976 I started buying rodeo tickets for our feed dealers.  It grew to be 150 tickets every year.  We had the whole section U right in front of the chutes on the last Sat  Night of the annual rodeo.  We are still getting those 150 tickets and will go in a group Feb 6th 2010.

Ft Worth got its nickname “Cowtown” from the 1850’s to 1890’s Longhorn cattle drives from S Texas up thru Indian Territory to Kansas and Missouri.  The drives would come thru Ft Worth and stop over on their way North.

The Shawnee trail was the 1st started in Kansas to the railheads in St Louis in Kansas City where the packing houses were.  They would have to ferry the live cattle across the Miss and Mo rivers to be processed. The trail was expanded down thru  eastern Indian Territory in 1850, where I grew up.

The Chisholm Trail was started thru central Indian Territory when the railhead came to Abilene, Kansas in 1867.  Jesse Chisholm was a half breed Indian that worked out trails with the Indians to cross their lands.

The Western Trail was opened further west in Indian Territory when the railhead came to Dodge City and other western Kansas towns in 1868.

Millions of Longhorns were driven up these trails up until the railroad got to Ft Worth in 1876.  In 1883 the Ft Worth Stockyards were started.  Cattle were shipped on the railroads and then later 3 of the largest packing house companies, Swift, Armour and I think is was Cudahay that didn’t last long, started processing cattle, hogs and sheep in Fort Worth.

Several railroads then headed into Ft Worth and large numbers of livestock were shipped into Ft Worth for processing for many years.  The last plant closed in 1971 when we moved to Ft Worth.  We bought the Swift Managers house when they closed and he was moved to Moultree, Ga.

73rd Journey

 “Journeys” to my Grandkids # 73
This is also for Sirena, Suzanne and Don.
Doris was born at home at Fame, Okla. Oct 2 1931. She died at home on Mar 20 2013 at home in Collinsville, Okla. She was 81. She was preceded in death by husband J B “Rick” Rickerson on Jan 29 1997. They were married Mar 10 1928 in Ardmore, Okla. He was 68. And her son-in-law, Suzanne’s husband, Dain Marler died just 28 days before she died, on Feb 22 2013. He was 59. Doris was buried with Rick in Broken Arrow, Okla. Mar 22.

Many many relatives and friends attended the visitation and funeral, Sister Virginia and dau Mary from Calif. Brother Dale, wife Madell and dau Dawn from Tex. Niece Susan Rogers and husband Ken. Nephew Mac Whitson and wife Karen, son Doyle and dau Shari from Tex. Many cousins, Uncle Edgar’s dau Reba and her dau LaDell with 13 of her offspring came from Atlanta, Ga. Uncle Reuben’s dau Lana’s 3 daus Kathrine, Rachel and Kara, dau Sandra and her dau Becky, dau Pamela and her dau Jessica, Uncle Lewis’s dau Carol and her son Jeff Turner. Aunt Etta’s grandson Dave Williams and son Russell’s son Jimmy Self. Aunt Flora’s grand dau Fonda and husband Tom Steiner. These were relatives from Doris’s side of the family. Sirena’s husband Don Sellers had relatives there – among them their son Donnie and wife Hillary and kids April and Aden. Suzanne’s mother-in-law Francis and nephew Jason Patterson and Lauren and godson Justin Kinnaman and Glenda. Rick’s grand niece Beth Thompson and a cousin or two. Other great friends of Doris, Sirena and Suzanne – Larry and Darlene Beal, Bea, Sue, Pat and Gale. I am sure I have missed some relatives and misspelled names. Many good friends of the family from Church and former co workers came. There was around 100 or more in attendance.

John Buffington and Joyce Johnson conducted the funeral. Joyce has a religious band. She sings and writes songs. Sirena’s husband Don plays drums in the band. John plays the steel guitar. We went to hear them on Friday night in a shopping center there. They are really good.
Doris was born in 1931 – in the very heart of the world’s greatest depression. (1929 – 1933). She was the 5th kid in our family. I was nine years old. I have written several “journeys” about our life on the farm in those days. No 2 is about when I was 9 yrs old. We lived on about $7.00 a week for groceries for a family of 7. We produced nearly all of the food we had on the farm. My “journeys” no 2, 6 and 7 gives some details about how we lived. Doris’s life is tied into most all of my journeys since they are about family. About 20 of my “journeys” are on my web site –

WWW.dalewhitson.com – look for “Journeys”.
by Dale Whitson March 2013.