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CONTENTED COWS
Farm boys way back then did'nt really need therapy, busy doing what comes naturally, happy to be healthy and alive.
The 'food experts' had'nt yet surfaced, so we country boys ate it if it tasted good.
Mid-morning, Springtime, drop the tools for a few minutes and go sit under a shade tree by the fence dividing the field from the cowpasture. Those contented milk-cows had lain down, also in the shade, pleasantly chewing their 'Cud'. Their What you might say ?
A Cud , in event you don't know, could be a sizeable chunk of chewing tobacco, being rolled around in the jaw of a chewer. With a milk-cow it is a ball of food that has been retrieved from her First Stomach. She has two stomachs.
Sitting there in the shade watching her cough up a cud that was one of several assimilated during the early morning grazing. A City boy seeing that , might think the cow had the hiccups. Not So.
People can also enjoy their cud, whether it be a grisley old guy with his chew or in contrast, a beautiful young lady chewing that gum at slow, medium or fast speed.
We don't need two stomachs though. One is ample to maintain our weight. Sometimes a diet might be a good help. So many different kinds of diet by various experts.
Learned of another diet just yesterday, indirectly, was just an innocent bystander, they did'nt even know I heard. You can learn a lot that way. Careful with this diet was the word. Possible to lose too much weight too fast. Simple and easy liquid diet.
Prune Juice. Eight Ounces early morn' on empty stomach. sam

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OLD TULSA
During the 'Oil Gusher'days in the Tulsa area,the late 20s, Tulsa was not a large city. Our family lived at 7th and Harvard, pretty well on the east edge of town.
Farther east was Sheridan Hills beginning to develop, if memory is correct that area was called White City. I remember it because the developers were handing to car occupants each a small box of marshmallows.
Just west of our house was the Tulsa University, on 7th street, then on down the hill was Kendall Grade School.
The electric streetcar went out to the University, then the conducter would get out and move that overhead apparatus around and connect the pully wheel back under the electric wire. From that point to the Kendall Grade School was downgrade, making it necessary to use the brakes.
One Halloween night an innocent looking little girl that lived just across from the school used up a bar of that homemade lye soap greasing the streetcar tracks, rendering the brakes to no avail.
Faster and faster, rocking to and fro, jumped the tracks at the foot of the hill, turning left and onto the school yard .Rough ride though did not overturn. That innocent looking little girl told the investigators that the passenger's heads were sure bobbing up and down.
Not far from there was the Whittier Square, combination of businesses and residences. Perhaps the most popular was the Circle Theater, had began showing some 'Talkies'. The huge Organ to this Day remains as does the 'movies' service.
On your computer,if interested, type Tulsa Circle Theater for a very interesting and informative report of it's restoration.
Nearby was the Circus Grounds where Famous performances took place. Also the farmer's market. Once during Peach season dad and I were at the farmer's market, hopefully he would buy a watermelon. A truck stopped near us and was loaded with peaches , could smell them as he stopped.
That peach truck driver looked at dad and kept looking, then walked up to dad and said, when we finished loading these peaches in Grand Junction, you must have known a shorter route thanI to get here ahead of me. Dad said, that was my 'look alike' brother in Grand Junction that helped you load those peaches.
So in October 1929, the Crash of Wall Street helped bring on the Great Depression of the 1930s. That was when we moved to Chouteau to four rooms and a Path. sam

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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

GOODNIGHT
Greyhound Driver Name of GOODNIGHT
This account sent to my friend John Adams, a retired Greyhound Driver whom also server in Official Capacity during many years with Greyhound. John now lives in Plano Texas.
Hi John,
The 'shortcut' expression reminded me of a Greyhound driver name of GOODNIGHT that took a shortcut with a Scenicruiser loaded with 43 people sleeping soundly along with driver GOODNIGHT.
John , you read an entry that I made of this on my journal and told me then that you did'nt know him. That driver was a character. An older fellow when being hired. Very sociable, part time preacher if needed to fill in if a need arose. A lady in Miami Oklahoma presented him with a brand new pickup truck after a Sermon.
Goodnight was a great friend of the Governor of Arkansas and had went Fox Hunting with him taking Goodnight's dogs, several times.
Back to the SHORTCUT, before the Interstate on Tulsa to Dallas Route, South of Durant Oklahoma was a long 'horseshoe' shaped curve in the highway that was a result of the track formed in the horse and buggy days. Fairly level ground and for some reason the old timers in charge of planning had not utilized a strait thru path like driver GOODNIGHT created that night.
Fortunately, no serious injuries though everyone woke up. Goodnight was out looking to see if there was damage to the bus which now was back on the road at the other side of the 'shortcut' when along came a State Trooper.
Of course Goodnight must make an accident report and in it was a commendation from the Oklahoma Trooper for doing such a good job getting across that expanse and back up on the highway.
John, lots of memories, right ? sam

COTTON WAS A "CASH CROP BACK THEN'

COTTON GIN
Back in the era of the 'honey harvest' described in the last entry there were thousands of small farmers tilling the soil. Cotton was one of the crops that could produce some cash after a season's work, planting and caring for it to maturity.
Soon after the honey harvest experience our family moved out to the edge of the small town, rented a place that had a couple acres of rich garden soil. We planted various vegetables canned and prepared for the coming winter. Besides having a surplus of good vegetables, the fence rows had numerous sand plum trees loaded with fruit. Mother filled dozens of jars with plum butter and jelly made with blackberries which were plentiful, growing wild.
Near our home a Company decided to build a new cotton gin. Many area farmers raised cotton, especially the ones having a houseful of kids. The Cotton Gin construction began and was looked forward to because it would save a seven or eight mile trip in cotton picking time. Hauled by team and wagon.
Work progressed nicely as the framework of the Gin was half completed. While standing in our yard I heard the Gin framework crashing to the ground. An unexpected windstorm.
It was a setback though the Company official declared he rebuild and be in operating condition for cotton picking time. That he did, having extra crews helping.With the first big heaped up big load of cotton picked and loaded, along came a neighbor, mules stepping right along on the way to the Gin, big Henry sitting up there smoking that corncob pipe, waving as he passed by.
Everyone around cotton country including big Henry knew that it was a No No to smoke near a load of cotton or in a cotton Gin.
When a load of cotton is burning it is very secretive. No smell or indication it is on fire. That mysterious flame quickly sweeps over the surface and bides it's time to do it again.
Those old time Gins had a unique unloading system. The mules are driven in pulling the wagon, stopped in a position so the wagon may be tipped up to slide the cotton out. A bale of cotton weighed 500 pounds and a large wagon load could make a bale.
We kids were working in the big garden, at least dad had told us what to be working on. We spent a lot of time just sitting in the shade though one of us would always watch to see if dad was coming and give the alarm to start working.
I was the one watching and saw rolling smoke coming out of the new Cotton Gin. I told the other kids and as we watched, out of the drive on the exit side of the Gin came those mules with old big Henry really laying reins leather on them. That corncob pipe had been the dirty culprit and the unloading commotion had caused the flame to generate and out of control.
The Gin burned to the ground and big Henry suffered a singed beard and the mules singed tails.
Cottonseed can be used to make Gunpowder. sam