A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.

Okie Poetry This sure am not Hollywood Nineteen forty-one was the year Carl, Sr. and his bashful bride Left the parched and dry farm. They arrived in the coast to the west with two Toddlers in tow. Carl, Jr. and Peggy Sue. The four of them fresh off The Route some called 66. One man’sContinue reading “A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.”

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.”

They left Oklahoma this time of the year 1941.

They were third-world immigrants. Immigrants now leaving a life of hardship and primitive living behind. But not knowing what lies ahead. But anyway they are leaving a life with No running water, cooking on a wood burning stove, and a crudely built outhouse. Farming in rural southern Oklahoma was almost impossible. Farming was with anContinue reading “They left Oklahoma this time of the year 1941.”

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.”