There’s got to be a better way. As of this date, Christmas tree is still up and plugged in. At thanksgiving Sheba is more than willing to haul down the attic the half dozen boxes to erect and decorate a tree. However, when it comes time to dismantle and put the tree and itsContinue reading “Oh Christmas tree. How do we put you away?”
Category Archives: Oklahoma
Poetry
Full circle. A poem By Charles I am neither indigenous Nor native of this land. This land we call Oklahoma. My forefathers left these low rolling hills Of parched red dirt. Way back when Red dirt bellowed as a streaming river in the air. Leaving Forefathers and mothers traveling away from this dryContinue reading “Poetry”
When in doubt, jump in the pool.
Summer 1960. My irascible aunt Elsie and I finally arrived in Wilson, Oklahoma. Elsie went on to her cousins and I checked in at my Grandmothers. Never the less, After arriving at my grandmother’s house in Wilson and all we dozens of cousins were settled in, we were assigned our sleeping spot. My cousin JackyContinue reading “When in doubt, jump in the pool.”
OU Moo GOO Gui Pan
Okie Haiku By Songsing Chu The river of red The border it Makes Splits UT From OU
Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.
Our August vacations 1950 to 1963. Being the low man on the vacation totem pole my dad got his vacation time off in August. The hottest month of the year. Most of our annual vacations were driving to Oklahoma from Los Angeles. This was pre-Interstate on the southern route going through Yuma through southern Arizona,Continue reading “Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.”
Boy howdy, that’s the biggest ice cube I’ve ever seen
How to chill out. How to refrigerate anything without a refrigerator. my dad told me what his Mom’sfamily had done living back on the farm in the 1920s and 1930s southern rural Oklahoma. . He said they used was an A-frame structure with burlap material draped down the frame. It was placed outside on theirContinue reading “Boy howdy, that’s the biggest ice cube I’ve ever seen”
How they did it in the 1930s.
So, this is how it happened. Ode to My Mom and Dad. He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a big unexpected kiss on the lips. Then she responded, “now Carl you’re not supposed to do that. When my dad told me this I could only surmise my mom had never been kissedContinue reading “How they did it in the 1930s.”
Our vacation summer 1952.
What to do with an eight-year-old boy? We were on, what they call vacation. Our family and my Aunt Elsie drove from California all the way to Oklahoma. My dad, mom, older brother, youngest sister, and myself rumbled through the heat and dust storms in order to visit kinfolk in Oklahoma. Never mind they inContinue reading “Our vacation summer 1952.”
Golf balls and rainbows.
The bluest skies ever with the whitest cotton puff clouds along with an occasional rainbow is what we moved to in 1972. And certainly, away from the smoky gray L A basin. So, we winged away to what some travelers call paradise. Honolulu is where we flew away to. Far away about 2500 miles fromContinue reading “Golf balls and rainbows.”
She was the opening act.
Oklahoma’s own. A good friend of ours who lived in Rush Springs, Oklahoma (the watermelon capitol of the world) had a musical talent. As a teenager back in the early 1950s Barbera was somewhat talented playing the accordion. Rush Springs had an annual watermelon and music festival and the young teenage Barbera was chosen toContinue reading “She was the opening act.”
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