I love to get my dad and uncle talking about “the day”. When they tell stories about the Ford, the original one that is no more, I find my own memories of a town (gone for years and years) waking up. I don’t remember houses so much as the road and trees that lined it.
As I mentioned a few days ago, I’m reading “Cherokee Strip Fever” by Zola Sample, which is written about the Ford area before the opening of the Cherokee Strip (at least so far in the book).
Zola was born a Bellis. The story tells of her mother, Charity, coming out to Oklahoma territory alone with three children, before Zola was born. When she arrives, she goes to the town of Sinnett (the book says, “Just down the road from C-Town.” Cool, huh?)
So I wondered, just where was the town of Sinnett? I’d love to go there to explore and see if I can find any remains of buildings. Maybe the post office.
Turns out, it’s very near the place I live right now. First day off I have, I’m heading that way. I want to explore the old cemetery and see if there are names I recognize from the book. Look around and see . . . what I can see. I’ll take a few pictures and share them here. Next time I have a free day, that is. 🙂
Dad tells me he knew Charity. Remembered her well, in fact, and much of their family.
He said Zola and her husband lived next door to his aunt and uncle, Lena and Cecil Shoemaker, when their daughter, Judy, was just a little girl.
“Where did they live?” I asked.
“You know where Nola lived?”
“Past us on the highway?” That’s the only house I remembered for the Fishers.
Dad laughed. “The house before that. Next door to the grocery store, the house with the big lot.”
I remembered that house because I used to trick-or-treat the Vaughts there.
“I used to mow that big lot for fifty cents!” He chuckled at the memory. “Lena and Cecil lived on past them on the other side of the street.”
Memories surfaced from the fog in my brain. “Did someone else I know live down that street?”
“Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Lambertson lived down there, and the Wards–Uncle Joe’s in laws.”
A memory of my mom getting her hand smashed in a car door at the Ward’s house popped in. Dad didn’t remember it, but I remember Mom lying on the bed in their house with ice on her hand. Funny what we remember.
“Was the Christian Church on down that street?”
“Yes, it was.” I used to walk home from church with my cousin Kathy on that street when I was little.
Finally, he got to tell me the story. “One day, Cecil decided to put up a clothes line for Lena.” (Early day clothes dryer as well as a kid’s “tent” superstructure.)
“While he dug the first hole, Lena and Judy, who was a cute, tiny little girl, left to run some errands. They were gone a little while, and when they got back, Judy ran into the back yard to see how her daddy was getting along. Cecil had just finished digging the second hole.
“Judy saw that hole and was just amazed. She ran back to her mom. ‘Mama, did Daddy carry that big hole all the way over there by himself or did Dex help him?'”
The only problem with the story is that when Dad told it, he called Dex Deb. According to Zola’s obituary, Deb was Zola’s brother name, not her her husband, Dexter’s.
I need a little help from the Shoemaker girls to find out which one lived next door.