Tag Archives: Okie

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.”

Needed good walking shoes.

Yes, indeed I’m walking. Now I am not saying this to just solicit your well-deserved sympathy but from kindergarten and all the way up to my senior year in high school I walked to school. Almost every day. I walked approximately two miles each way. Walked to elementary, junior high, and high school. Our grandkidsContinue reading “Needed good walking shoes.”

This is one job that requires a good recipe.

Working the Gig economy. I often read in the newspapers ideas for generating extra income by working various odd jobs. Working a gig. Driving an Ober, dog walking, online tutoring, picking up and delivering restaurant meals, etc. Often supported by downloaded smart phone apps or downloading Zoom on your laptop. There are hundreds of jobContinue reading “This is one job that requires a good recipe.”

Okies with English as a second language.

We were not great communicators. We often responded to others inquiries with volumes of silence. Few words would come from our lips spontaneously. We Okies were slow to think and slow to reply. Mostly because we seldom spoke out loud to say anything. All of which is characteristic of southern Oklahoma red dirt Okies. OurContinue reading “Okies with English as a second language.”

An apple for the teacher for sure.

A poem By Charles A. Third grade. I found a nickel I reached deep into my jeans pocket. And I found a nickel at the bottom. It was a complete surprise. Mom had recently washed and ironed these faded blue dungarees So how it kept from following out and Into the wash tub was almostContinue reading “An apple for the teacher for sure.”

A tale of two neighborhoods.

It was the best of times and the worst of times. It all started out in our little working class community in East Los Angeles. Located between the B. F. Goodrich tire factory on the west end and the Edison high tension power lines on the east. About two miles from end to end. SeeContinue reading “A tale of two neighborhoods.”

Disclaimer.

As you may have noticed… Yours truly has no clue about editing, spelling, grammar, or anything to do with written communications. Here’s why. I was born to Okie parents. Parents from the hollers of red dirt Oklahoma. I have no idea how I made it through my English and Literature classes when growing up inContinue reading “Disclaimer.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8

Let me know if you know how to hypnotize a chicken. Just raise your hand if you do. It’s not easy. It’s a combination of laying on of hands and having a strong will. The chicken needs to know you are completely in charge. A steady unwavering gaze into the chicken’s eye and steady whisperingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8”

Okies make lousy sailors.

They spend too much time on firm ground. Never having to pitch one way or the other in order to steady themselves. . I discovered this early on growing up Okie in Los Angeles. My dad wasn’t able at all to use a sextant or read star charts or navigation map. My Okie mother neverContinue reading “Okies make lousy sailors.”