Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


Oklahoma Strong

I might have mentioned I come from a Small Town World. 😉

One of my favorite things about our STW (besides the people) is the brick streets. RED brick streets. And they’re be-yoo-tiful!

 I found this picture online, I didn’t take it. 🙂 It’s shot from the middle of the street, right in front of my office, looking north. Notice, the street in this picture is dirt.

Also notice the street light on the righthand side. I wish we had street lights like that today! They’re gorgeous, too!

At some point, someone started a brickyard near C-Town on Jobo road. (Not to be confused with Jodebo Road.) This is NOT a picture of that brickyard. This one is near Round Pond. (I have no idea where Round Pond is. But they had COOL wheelbarrows!)

Apparently, having your own brickyard makes bricks fairly inexpensive. So the town fathers decided to pave our streets with . . . you guessed it. Bricks.

 I didn’t take this picture, either, but it’s taken from about the same place as the one with the dirt road–the middle of the street in front of my office, looking north.

Several of our neighborhood streets are still brick. I love those streets. They aren’t perfect, they’re no fun to roller skate on, and riding a bike on them will loosen your teeth,  but brick streets have a charm you don’t get with tarmac.

Of course, some of the bricks in the streets are cracked, some are broken and some are missing. Some bricks have faded with time and others have been stained by a lot of things I don’t want to know about. But they’re durible, made to last, and strong.

And they’re beautiful!

Sadly Broadway, now a state highway, no longer has a brick surface. And under Broadway, we still have the waterline that was laid many, many years ago. That line sometimes has a leak that has to be fixed.

And guess what waits under that street . . .

You guessed it. That beautiful, durible, hard working brick.

Oklahoma Strong.


The Brick

Wooden wheelchair dating to the early part of ...

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PLEASE  take a moment to read this–   I got this in an email in honor of Sister Amy’s nose dive. I didn’t write it but it carries a big message. Please, read on–

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked 
cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door! 
He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

 The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, ‘What was that all about and who are you? Just what 
the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?’

The young boy was apologetic. ‘Please, mister…please, I’m sorry but I didn’t 
know what else to do,’ He pleaded. ‘I threw the brick because no one else would stop….’ With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.. ‘It’s my brother, ‘he said ‘He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.’

 Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, ‘Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.’ 

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat… He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. ‘Thank you and may God bless you,’ the grateful child told the stranger. Too 
shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: ‘Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!’ God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts Sometimes when we don’t have 
time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It’s our choice to listen or not. 

Thought for the Day: If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.

If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.

He sends you flowers every spring.

He sends you a sunrise every morning Face it, friend – He is crazy about 

God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

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Our Small Town

This is the picture I posted last time. It’s a section of a postcard, postmarked 1907.

You can still see the postmark–1907. The year Oklahoma became a state. If you’re wondering, that’s a one cent stamp up there in the corner. A 1902 series.

Here’s the entire postcard–

The rock building on the left is still there today. The sign on it says Gent’s Furnishings–men’s clothes. I believe a family named Martin owned it. Looking closely, I can see R-T-I-N painted on the rock at the extreme left edge of the picture.  

From the angle of the picture, it looks as if it was shot from the corner where my office stands today. That’s another very old building there in C-Town.

I’ve been told that our building was originally a funeral parlor. Kind of an eerie thought (for me, at least.) I’ve been in and out of the place most of my life (it was a furniture store when I was growing up) and I’ve never seen any sign of it’s original purpose.

Of course, I lived in Pryor Creek when they did the renovation to make it our office. My bil, Noel, worked on it, though. I should probably ask him if they found any strange drains, vaults or odd body parts. 😉

It’s hard to tell what everything is in the picture, so I got out a handy dandy magnifier.

I don’t know what it is, but it’s very nice to have sometimes. It’s very strong.

I looked through it at the postcard so I could see small details. There are three oil derricks in the picture. (Derricks in those days were left as a permanent part of the well, I think, so they could pull the well–take the pump and rods/tubing out–when there were problems. Someone correct me if I’m wrong.)

The streets of C-Town were all dirt at that time. Imagine what it was like during rainy days. No fun at all! We think we have trouble keeping mud and oil off the carpet  today, but imagine it then. LOL.

Someone had a brick plant outside of C-Town, so at some point, Broadway and many of the side streets were paved with brick. I’ve seen a picture (somewhere–probably in the tag office) of the men laying that brick. Broadway’s brick has since been paved over, but the beautiful side streets are still brownish red bricks. One of my many favorite things about our Small Town World.