tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855799171441727232024-03-12T21:53:55.066-05:00The Earp Family of Lincoln Co., OklahomaThis is a family history blog. It is the story of the William A. Earp family, who homesteaded in Oklahoma Territory, and their descendents and those other pioneer families whose lives intertwined with theirs...Martin Van Buren Wright, George and Mary Jane Deal Earp Ewing, William Cornelius Flatt, and more.Wayne Poundshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04087421833237385716noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-76687567630315720532018-02-26T22:02:00.000-06:002018-02-27T16:13:43.073-06:00The Autobiography of Mary Frances Earp<br />
<i>The Autobiography of Mary Frances Earp: Memories, Reflections, Dreams</i> has just been published. The framework is fictional, as Great Grandmother left behind no other form of self-expression than her quilting (cover photo), but the contents are historically accurate and extensively researched. Great Grandma tells of her life beginning in Iowa in 1862, her marriage to Will Earp, and their lives as homesteaders first in Nebraska and then in Oklahoma. Her father was Rev. Martin Van Buren Wright, who established the first Church of God in Stroud OK, and died there in 1914. The book contains genealogical information about the WRIGHTS and EARPS. It is available <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Autobiography-Mary-Frances-Earp-Reflections/dp/1985652293/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">here</a> from Amazon.com.<br />
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<br />Wayne Poundshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04087421833237385716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-91255047146790300142017-11-02T19:55:00.003-05:002017-11-02T22:17:50.260-05:00A Tale that is Told: Autobiography of Opal Earp Pounds<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My brother Wayne Pounds and I have just finished the big project of editing and publishing Mama’s autobiography, which she wrote in the last years of her life. (She died in 2009.) She called it “A Tale That Is Told” and we added the subtitle.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s available first as an ebook, which you may download for free: </span><a data-ft="{"tn":"-U"}" data-lynx-mode="async" data-lynx-uri="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.smashwords.com%2Fbooks%2Fview%2F740367&h=ATMH6SuXNGSzXfdnYiywnXiELEmQQGs52FtnXkoa7QQ1V6yIg4yYo2_7wfqXnb52PzPE9ZJ2gytaZWoyaiRPcT7TpFSubHkpj-tNH9_4U33nZss4LmeEVeTHIckeqWGcc6zTlSGSpBw3XdY1rIaf9UhP2Gk1acxzHKNxfkeH4qCiKAqPgiG0jjWsG3u-izxChbkK1FMYTCw7gS-ekmst8Jbse2FfP_BZWAqW79rQO6oDrnoUTkRO-GoV0l5YGfZ8a-vafrXpUa4gfbWxRSo8SC4r5y01_NccrmNmIwkLTFcgy1EERa8aEmpH" href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/740367" rel="noopener" style="background-color: white; color: #365899; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.12px; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/740367</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.12px; white-space: pre-wrap;">But an ebook, as you know, doesn’t give you anything to hold in your hands, pass around, or keep on the shelf. So we’ve also made it available in print form on Amazon, setting the price as low as possible. It's short (thank the Good Lord!), running to about one hundred pages, including ten of photos. We have received excellent reviews from the book and expect that you would enjoy it also. Order from Amazon.com . Price is $5.45. </span><br />
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Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-12159149528475699092017-10-31T16:59:00.001-05:002017-10-31T16:59:51.806-05:00SUCCESSFUL FARMERSI must confess to being negligent and failing to post in several months. But you will probably be hearing from me frequently for a while and I have several things to share with you. <br />
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Here is an interesting article that my brother Wayne found in the Chandler Tribune, 28 Apr 1911, Chandler, OK. It sounds like he, William Earp, Great Grandpa, was being interviewed. <br />
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"W. A. Earp, Stroud, Route 4, came from Nebraska sixteen years ago. Says this is a pretty good country all around, and that he is like the Irishman who said he would never go back on the ship which brought ___ "strapped to the wall" as he expressed it, when he came here at the opening, but is now worth about $22,000. Has made it in stock; went to raising stock the first thing. Never went in very deep on cotton. Corn and hogs made him his first money. Raised broom corn one year--that was enough for him.<br />
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Has always handled horses and mules. They have been his main hold for several years. Now has thirty-four head of fine ones. One of the finest jacks and two of the best Percheron horses in the country.<br />
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He says the only trouble with this country is that it has been abused. "Cotton, cotton, too much cotton." He has some of the oldest land in the county and it is washed the least. Has had it into small grain more than anything else. Raised cotton on it two years, but not two years in succession. Corn for two or three years, but most of the time in small grain. He owns 440 acres with 200 acres in cultivation. Has good springs in different parts of the farm. We looked upon some of them and wished not for them but for some just like them on our place. We imagine it would be very nice to have living stock water in the pastures. <br />
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Has a good family orchard and he needs a large one for he has a large family...seven boys and four girls. We only saw three of the girls and one of them was married, but the other two we wouldn't trade for all his boys and the boys are good ones too.<br />
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We came to his place about five o'clock and couldn't or at least didn't get away until the next morning. That evening we went with the young people to a literary at Oak Valley school house and had a splendid time. There was an interesting debate on the program. Resolved: "That cotton is of more benefit to the Oklahoma farmer than is small grain." As we naturally on the negative side their argument ................."<br />
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Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-86161161185148221462014-09-24T17:05:00.002-05:002014-09-25T13:17:19.586-05:00STOCK SALE - Thursday, Oct. 2, 1919 - W. A. Earp, Owner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Stock Sale for William A. Earp. This was published in the Stroud Democrat September 26, 1919. Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-82115541462621097212014-04-27T20:02:00.001-05:002014-05-02T20:41:34.229-05:00Oklahoma Trails To The Past<div abp="947">
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Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-74509425462589046912014-04-24T20:48:00.000-05:002014-04-25T15:11:09.477-05:00ARLY<div abp="947">
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A shoot'em-up dime-store western,</div>
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Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-13619448763973407212014-04-24T20:34:00.001-05:002014-09-25T13:23:34.313-05:00Avery, Oklahoma...An Oklahoma Ghost TownThis is an interesting link. Avery, OK was located south of Cushing and northwest of Stroud. Hughie and Arlie Earp lived there during their early marriage because their first son Ernie Earp was born there in 1917.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoPIscEZZjI" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoPIscEZZjI</a><br />
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Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-57061384843031769412012-02-29T18:54:00.001-06:002014-09-25T13:17:53.542-05:00Happy Birthday Grandma!"Leap Day" is February 29, which is an extra day added during a "Leap Year", making the year 366 days long - and not 365 - like a common year. Nearly every 4 years is a Leap Year in our modern Gregorian Calendar. Ever since Leap Years were first introduced over 2000 years ago with the transition from the Roman calendar to the Julian Calendar in 45 BCE (Before Common Era), Leap Day has been associated with age-old Leap Day traditions and folklore. <br />
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Leap years are needed to keep our calendar in alignment with the Earth's revolutions around the sun. It takes the Earth approximately 365.242199 days to circle once around the Sun. If we didn't add a day on February 29 nearly every 4 years, we would lose almost six hours every year. <br />
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One of the most popular traditions that has to do with Leap Day, is that women can propose to their boyfriends on this day! This day is also associated with traditional Sadie Hawkins parties where the ladies get to invite the men to a party, instead of vice versa. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisP0LtQdZIAvoeEpHJiAwAEcwJXgdU8jY4f9Jxmgz4RMdCWgOVZGUgcxtjz396ACbJWiwqtjBFISgEHLNy1j_7nPH0kQGliui21t6xTlY19_jwGjp_C5wb_y3qz6KjSkCMsy_cRSaMBcs/s1600/Arlie+Earp+1941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisP0LtQdZIAvoeEpHJiAwAEcwJXgdU8jY4f9Jxmgz4RMdCWgOVZGUgcxtjz396ACbJWiwqtjBFISgEHLNy1j_7nPH0kQGliui21t6xTlY19_jwGjp_C5wb_y3qz6KjSkCMsy_cRSaMBcs/s320/Arlie+Earp+1941.jpg" width="218" /></a>One interesting statistic is: one out of every 1500 babies is born on Leap Day! These people have an actual birthday every four years! One such person was my beloved grandmother - Arlie Avenell Earp. Arlie, the daughter of William and Mary Neff Flatt, was born February 29, 1896 near Meno, Major Co., Oklahoma Territory. That area was better known as the "Cherokee Strip." Four years later her family was living north of Stroud prior to the 1900 territory census. <br />
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As a child I remember it was always a fun day...Grandma's actual birth day! <br />
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This is one of my favorite pictures of Grandma. It was taken about 1941 in Chandler, OK.Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-15597167843480825562012-02-17T13:19:00.002-06:002012-02-29T19:17:06.572-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwxvMdMHJqm71hAErluEO8Nvl1rSWnF4e5s6giT_5oet1lNYl7q41HVczCeldV6L_0-sSxBhFCmuwurJyBlkDFOu8cn5NFQ9JXO01h5qksatcv9oSS3NCFbSP7LPVydjfwR9KMiTNkuI/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwxvMdMHJqm71hAErluEO8Nvl1rSWnF4e5s6giT_5oet1lNYl7q41HVczCeldV6L_0-sSxBhFCmuwurJyBlkDFOu8cn5NFQ9JXO01h5qksatcv9oSS3NCFbSP7LPVydjfwR9KMiTNkuI/s320/scan0003.jpg" width="202" /></a>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!<br />
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These valentines are all from the 1930's<br />
and belonged to my dad Archie Pounds.<br />
He kept them in his "pretty box".<br />
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"Lenna Earp" by Gerry Robideaux </h3>
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<b>Lenna Earp,
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was born in Adair County Kentucky in 1895. My parents
lived in Little Cake, if you can imagine a name like that. My dad was a day
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don’t remember just when it
was that Daddy brought us all to Oklahoma Territory, but I do remember we lived
on a farm in North Keokuk Township in Lincoln County near the big town of
Stroud. I was fourteen and Daddy had his own farm.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">On the next farm was a boy named
Hughie Earp, which was homesteaded by his parents, and he was seventeen. I liked
this blonde, blue-eyed man, so different from me with my brown eyes and long
dark hair. He must’ve felt the same way for we married in 1912. He was nineteen
and I was seventeen. Our parents thought we were too young to know what we were
doing, but Hughie did a man’s work all day with his dad in the fields and
raising horses, and I knew how to keep house and take care of kids. I had
little brothers and sisters.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Two years later we had a baby
boy, and we named him Kenneth Hugh. He had my brown eyes and dark hair. Then
eight days later I was dead from an infection. The doctor had come from
delivering a baby calf at a neighboring farm and hadn’t washed his hands good
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They buried me in Black Cemetery
northwest of Stroud. Hughie put up a beautiful tombstone there. It says, “We
Shall Meet Again,” and “Gone But Not Forgotten”.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And his sister Coy wrote a nice
obituary. It told how I was converted and joined the church, and about my
marriage and the birth of baby Kenny. I liked the little poem at the
end.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Heaven retaineth now our
treasure of earth. The lonely casket keeps</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and the sunbeams love to linger
where our sainted loved one sleeps.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don’t know about “sainted,”
but Elder Perkins preached, it said, “in the presence of a large
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Advocating Records Access - How You Can Help!</h1>
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I wrote last week about the very real threat of <a href="http://genealogy.about.com/b/2012/01/31/call-to-action-save-the-ssdi.htm">losing all public access to the Social Security Death Master File, or SSDI</a>. This would be a HUGE loss to anyone researching individuals in the U.S., whether you are researching ancestors, relatives, descendants of recovered military MIAs, missing heirs, etc. That's on top of the enormous threat to identity theft if this public database is no longer freely available to the many small and medium-sized businesses that use the death master file to verify an individual's identity in an effort to prevent fraud.<!--rss--><br />
The <a href="http://www.fgs.org/rpac/">Records Preservation & Access Committee (RPAC)</a> has some great information for everyone, whether inside or outside the U.S., who uses and values the SSDI. For now they are encouraging formal responses to the Ways & Means Committee only for societies, but are strongly encouraging individuals to write to their Senators and Representatives. Since mail is often delayed, a faxed letter is even better. They also plan to launch a public petition<a name='more'></a> campaign sometime this week -- keep an eye on the RPAC website for updates. When writing your letter, it is important that you stress the importance of this database not just to genealogists, but to a wide variety of researchers, as well as the very real threat to identity threat protection that losing public access to the SSDI would bring.<br />
The very real concerns brought on by the parents who have had the identity of their deceased children stolen is bringing about a rapid emotional response from our government, but what's being lost is the very wide-reaching impact that loss of public access to this database will have. Hopefully, we can help calm this emotionally-charged response down to the point where everyone is willing to listen to the facts and work together to find a compromise that both protects the very recently deceased, while maintaing access to the SSDI. Perhaps there is no need to include the Social Security numbers of children under the age of 18? Perhaps we should follow Ancestry's approach of removing the Social Security numbers (but not the rest of the information) for those deceased less than 10 years? Or even better, we could compromise by supporting the several bills that prohibit disclosure of a deceased's SSN in the calendar year of death and calendar year following death.<br />
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<li><a href="http://www.fgs.org/rpac/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/talking-points-on-why-genealogists-need-social-security-death-index-final.pdf">RPAC: Talking Points on Why Genealogists Need the Social Security Death Index (SSDI)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.iajgs.org/pramc/legisites.html">IAJGS: US and Canadian Government Legislative Websites</a></li>
<li><a href="http://waysandmeans.house.gov/Calendar/EventSingle.aspx?EventID=276835">Testimony from the Feb. 2, 2012 Hearing of the House Ways & Means Committee (both for and against)</a></li>
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</div>Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-91993499009368220642012-01-26T19:07:00.003-06:002014-04-22T17:16:03.902-05:00January Wedding 1940<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEUTl5jlYH7CbuvSqekAWDYNxIbkm-oGWxSYPRgdfjxAwuu0OymziUnzxF4anYEdFdM8iUT-lyMNFN0BwRSc-cVivPMtihXN82eQboDVSRFSFD0UIuHftUELo_K4jg996SD5cpczlRT8/s1600/IMG_1622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEUTl5jlYH7CbuvSqekAWDYNxIbkm-oGWxSYPRgdfjxAwuu0OymziUnzxF4anYEdFdM8iUT-lyMNFN0BwRSc-cVivPMtihXN82eQboDVSRFSFD0UIuHftUELo_K4jg996SD5cpczlRT8/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> On the </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">this month, my parents would've been married 72 years. There were no wedding pictures because Opal forgot to buy film for the little Brownie Kodak camera that she had given Archie a few months earlier. It was a Sunday morning in 1940 and there were no convenience stores open that day. After the wedding both families gathered at the home of Archie's parents, Tom and Roxie Pounds, northwest of Chandler, Oklahoma, for a large celebration dinner. Opal was the daughter of Hugh and Arlie Earp, who lived north of Chandler. That evening there was a shivaree by their friends. The "friends" wanted to dunk Archie in the horse trough but his brother interfered and was able to squelch that idea! After all it was January in Oklahoma! This marriage with the simple beginnings and no pictures to memorialize the occasion, lasted 62 years.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"North of Deep Fork, A Lincoln County Farm Family in Hard Times" is the title of a family history book written by my brother Wayne Pounds. It is now available online at Amazon.com for $10.91 plus shipping. The book is a</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span id="ps-shownContent">n updated, second edition of a history of a farm family in Lincoln County, Oklahoma, 1891-1941. Inside you will find regional history, county history, family history, genealogy and an Index that includes 165 family names.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">This book is largely the story of the Pounds and Olson families from the time of the Oklahoma Land Run of 1891 until about 1941. However, you will find the Earps there also and many other Lincoln County families.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wayne-Pounds/e/B001KI3QV6/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1328750792&sr=1-1">Click here</a>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Happy Reading! We would appreciate hearing your comments on the book. Thanks.</span>Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-90287339530236993682011-08-21T20:05:00.001-05:002011-08-21T20:06:55.215-05:00New Photos AddedI have just added some photos to the "Pages of Interest" section. Check out the "Earp family" pictures and also the "Land Run" pictures. Hope you enjoy.<br />
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Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-74827599762798384992011-08-20T18:09:00.004-05:002011-08-31T22:05:58.603-05:00Children of William A. Earp and Mary F. Wright Earp <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wm. Earp Family taken 1906 in Stroud, OK Terr. Back row: Hugh, Otto, Ira, Vernie, Earl.<br />
Front row: Ona, Oba, Coy, Will with John, Mary with baby Claud, and Ara on right.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Will and Mary Earp were married Jan. 1, 1884, in Clio, Wayne Co., IA. Their first child, Coy Jane, was born Dec. 15, 1884 in Greeley Co., NE. On Dec. 25, 1907 Coy married Phillip Otis Miller in Lincoln Co., OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Otto George was born April 25, 1886, Greeley Co., NE. On the 29th of Oct., 1910, he married Fannie E. Cummings in Lincon Co., OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ina Elizabeth was born Sept. 13, 1887, in Greeley Co., NE. She married Orval M. Collyer, March 3, 1907, in Lincoln Co., OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">William "Vernie" was born March 6, 1889 in Greeley Co., NE. On. Dec. 19, 1916, he married Elsie Mae Kennedy in Lincoln Co., OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The last child born in Nebraska before the migration to Oklahoma Territory was Martin "Earl". He was born Aug. 27, 1890 in Greeley Co. NE. On Nov. 12, 1919, Earl Earp married Flossie Pearl Burton in Lincoln Co., OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The first child born in Oklahoma Territory was Hugh Earnest Earp, born June 4, 1893, in Keokuk Township, northwest of the town of Stroud, Lincoln Co., OK. Hughie was my grandfather. He married Lenna Wilburn Dec. 17, 1912. Lenna died two years later. Hughie then married my grandmother, Arlie Avenell Flatt, on Dec. 26, 1916, Lincoln Co., OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The second child born in Oklahoma Territory was a girl, Ona Hannah, born Jan. 4, 1896. On Sept. 1, 1916, Ona married Edwin C. Taylor in Lincoln Co., OK.</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ara Viola Earp was born March 9, 1898, north of Stroud, Lincoln Co. She married Joseph Hensly Feb. 24, 1913.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oba Asa was born April 28, 1900, north of Stroud, Lincoln Co., OK. He married Gladys Burton on Nov. 12, 1919.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">John Luther Earp was born Nov. 28, 1902, north of Stroud, Lincoln Co., OK. He married Jessie "Dee" Henderson on May 24, 1926.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The last child of Will and Mary Earp was born Nov. 30, 1904.</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He was named Claud Russell Earp. On Nov. 29, 1925 he married Opal P. Henderson in Lincoln Co., OK.</span><br />
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</tbody></table>Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-10701328319692806552011-01-01T21:34:00.000-06:002011-01-01T21:34:48.284-06:00Favorite Christmas Gifts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TUGQk50qSoNqwe6q541fuyEbweqaE3TqYpbi1PYcZ_iRT84nR01miomOGydgke76UnX9YgMReZ9VmlAn95rWPOfz25woEFvo8vwgrvNEp0ztlqZlg6vR5ahgrvE5KUcKU5w7yUwdhbw/s1600/1948+-++Aunt+May%2527s+Place.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TUGQk50qSoNqwe6q541fuyEbweqaE3TqYpbi1PYcZ_iRT84nR01miomOGydgke76UnX9YgMReZ9VmlAn95rWPOfz25woEFvo8vwgrvNEp0ztlqZlg6vR5ahgrvE5KUcKU5w7yUwdhbw/s320/1948+-++Aunt+May%2527s+Place.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This is me when I was about 4 years old. My family all called me "Genie". It was my baby name. <br />
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My favorite Christmas memory is of the beige wicker baby doll buggy that I received from Santa the Christmas morning that I was 4...the Christmas that we were living at "Aunt May's Place"...a farm house located west of Chandler on old Highway 66.<br />
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I remember my Grandpa Pounds coming to visit early that Christmas morning and, of course, I had to show off my new doll buggy to him. I dressed up our little brindle Boston Terrier in doll clothes and pushed him around the house in the new buggy. I remember that Grandpa was dutifully impressed!<br />
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Another Christmas memory...my Grandparents Earp (Hughie and Arlie) gave each of us grandchildren two silver dollars each year for Christmas. He would go to the bank and exchange dollar bills for silver dollars. Then Grandma would put them in a box and wrap them. Two silver dollars was a lot of money for a little kid in the forties and fifties! I wish I had some of those shiny silver dollars today!<br />
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Well, Christmas is over, today is January 1 of 2011! Unimaginable to me. As a kid I never thought I would live to see the century 2000. Surely the Second Coming would happen before then! But here we are. And I love celebrating the birth of Christ each year. Then we all have the gift of a new year where each day is a clean slate and a brand new beginning. I love family history but I also love the idea that each year can be a new beginning if we need it to be. God bless each of you this new year.Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-25210885813116006622010-10-04T22:11:00.011-05:002014-04-22T16:52:55.279-05:00The Ewing Connection<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In my filing cabinet I have a file labeled "The Ewing Connection". I called it this because I did not know for sure if there was a family by that name in my ancestry, but I thought I remembered hearing the name somewhere and thus thought that there might be some connection with the Earp family. I have other files in my cabinet named the "So and So" connection, or the "John Doe" connection meaning that I haven't proven that connection yet. However, I need to change the name of this particular file because, in the case of the "Ewing Connection", I have been able to prove the relationship. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mary Jane Deal was born 19 Sep, 1835 in Georgia. The 1850 Federal Census shows Mary Jane living with her parents, Robert and Mary Deal, and siblings Alexander, Hugh and William in Dist. 26, Cherokee Co., Alabama. Living nearby was Matthew and Selina Earp and their large family. In 1853 Mary Jane married Caswell Earp, b. 1827, third son of Matthew and Selina, in nearby Cedar Bluff, Cherokee Co., Alabama. I have been told by several sources that Mary Jane was one half Cherokee Indian, but I have never been able to prove it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Two children were born to Mary Jane and Caswell... Mary Elizabeth, b. 1854 d. 1864, and William Asbury Earp, our great grandfather, pioneer and homesteader, b. 3 April 1856 in Cherokee County, AL. On 1 July of 1859 Caswell died at the young age of 31 of complications from measles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In Jun 1861 Mary Jane married Caswell's brother John William Earp, b. 1839. The 1860 Federal Census shows Mary Jane and her two young children, Mary and William, living next door to Daniel Earp, one of Caswell's older brothers. Therefore, she and William were probably married in Cherokee Co., AL. although other historians say they were married in Chatanooga, TN. I haven't been able to prove either place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The first battle of the Civil War was fought in April 1861. We don't know when exactly J. William Earp went off to war, but we do know that not long after the war began, he joined up with the Confederate Alabama 19th Infantry, Company I. Now this is where the story gets interesting. I will quote from the research and writings of my uncle, Ernest F. Earp, B.A.M.T. These are his notes on how things probably transpired next.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <em>"William Earp went to the war and was killed. (Having not heard from him for quite some time) she (Mary Jane) went to find some record of him. Times were very hard for her and two small children. She met George W. Ewing who was a Corporel in the Union Army. (Corp. Ewing) helped her to look for her husband. Since he was reported killed and no trace could be found, (Mary Jane) then hired out as a cook for Ewing's company...Co. I, 19th Inf Ohio. It was common for army companies to hire cooks at that time (from the local women). </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> "It is believed that she (Mary Jane) found Co. I, 19th Ohio by mistake, thinking it was Co. I, 19th Alabama. George Ewing and Mary Jane Earp were married at Chattanooga, TN and moved to Arkansas until 1870, moving from there to (Ohio and then) Iowa. The date of the marriage was June 19, 1864.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> "The Ewings had children as follows: Ori D. born 1865, Robert Vernon born 1867, Blanche born 1869, died young, Wathie (Hiawatha) born 1871, and Hattie born Feb. 1875. The young sister of William A. Earp, Mary Elizabeth, died in 1862 of (complications of) influenza brought on by hardships caused by war. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> "The Earps, (in Cherokee Co., AL) including Mary Jane, were burned out by Union soldiers and forced to live in a cave. After the war the Earps moved to Texas. Losing all their possessions, they walked to Mississippi, got help from David Earp there, and moved on to Texas. This is family tradition. It is believed according to Civil War records found later...that the soldier William Earp did not die but was captured by the enemy and put in a prison camp until the end of the war, where he was released (and) joined his family in Texas. Communications were poor, the country torn up, he probably never knew where Mary Jane had went to. This too is not proof but records do indicate it."</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have in my files a copy of the prison record of the same John William Earp. He was captured near Nashville, TN and held prisoner for a short time and later released in Dec. of 1864. So that part of the story is indeed true. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The 1870 census shows Mary Jane living with her husband George Ewing, their children Ori D., Robert V, Blanche and William Irp (Earp) in Jefferson Twp., Wayne Co., Iowa. On Jan. 1, 1884 William A. Earp married Mary Francis Wright in Clio, Wayne Co., Iowa. The 1885 census for the state of Nebraska shows George, Mary Jane and their children living in Cedar Valley Precinct in Greeley County. Living nearby is William A. Earp and his wife Mary Francis and their baby daughter Coy Jane age 6 months. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, to answer the questions, "What was the Ewing Connection?" and "How were the Ewings connected to the Earp family?".... Mary Jane Deal Earp Ewing was the mother of our great grandfather William A. Earp and George W. Ewing was his step father. The Ewing children were half siblings of Will. The Ewings came to Oklahoma Territory from Nebraska some time in 1892 and settled in Keokuk Twp., Lincoln County near Will and Mary Earp.</span><br />
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Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-82928251795521436292010-09-17T11:47:00.005-05:002010-10-09T21:12:30.133-05:00Dougdawg re OK MonumentHello! Just this morning I ran across a blog that I want you all to read. I have posted the link to make it easy. I was doing some research on the Cherokee Outlet and other land runs and I ran across a reference to this extraordinary sculpture "OK Land Run Monument" by sculptor Paul Moore. It is located on Lincoln Blvd., in Bricktown, Oklahoma City, OK. Check out Doug's blog for the fascinating story behind this bronze sculpture. Click on the picture to see it enlarged. Click on the title or the link to view the blog. <a href="http://dougdawg.blogspot.com/2008/07/oklahoma-land-run-monument.html">http://dougdawg.blogspot.com/2008/07/oklahoma-land-run-monument.html</a><br />
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In January of 1892, Will traded a wagon, a team of mules and harness for a claim of 160 acres of land located in N. Keokuk Twp., northwest of Stroud, Oklahoma Territory. Hugh Earnest, born 1893, was the first of the Earp children born on the new claim. Hannah Ona came in 1896, Ara Viola followed in 1898, Oba Asa in 1900, John Luther in 1902 and Claud Russell in 1904.<br />
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Note the picture of the entire family that is posted on the beginning page of this blog.Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-37665929346345445242010-08-21T20:47:00.000-05:002010-08-21T20:47:36.389-05:00Photo AlbumsI have just completed putting together a new family history photo album. I have to thank my cousin Janie Anderson Anderson for her help with this latest project. Most of the family photos in the album were sent to me by Janie. <br />
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Janie has an amazing knowledge of the Earp/Wright/Ewing connection. Thanks to her my curiosity has finally been satisfied and I now understand all the twists and turns of those family connections. (I think.)<br />
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Janie explained that as a girl she and her family attended the Church of God in Stroud. Her grandmother, Coy Earp Miller, daughter of Wm. and Mary F. Earp, was widowed and lived with our great grandmother, Mary F. Earp. Many Sundays Janie and her family ate Sunday dinner there at the Earp home and she spent the afternoon observing all the many visiting family members who dropped by to see their mother, grandmother, and/or great grandmother. <br />
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In the fall of 1892, three little old fashioned covered wagons drawn by teams of mules slowly wended their way into the Indian territory.</div>
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Mrs. W. A. Earp was the driver of one of the quaint little conveyances, while her husband drove one and her brother, Henry Wright, who was also coming to make his home in the new territory, drove the last of the wagons.</div>
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Mary Francis Wright, (Mrs. W. A. Earp) daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Martin Wright, was born August 5 1862 near Ravanie, Mo. She was married to W. A. Earp January 1, 1884 at Limeville, Nebraska where they homesteaded in the lime hills.</div>
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Life had not been easy in these hills and it had been difficult for this couple to get a start in life. They had heard so much of the opportunities that the new territory had to offer that they decided to risk their whole future in this wild and unsettled country.</div>
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On their way into the strange new country the Earp family were ever conscious of the Indians and were always on the alert. One night they came upon an Indian camp and after much deliberation they decided to spend the night there. They found the Indians nice and friendly. Nevertheless, Mrs. Earp’s brother, Henry, assumed a very protective attitude and eager to show his bravery, jumped up in the back of the wagon, waved a hatchet and yelled for the Indians to come on and he would chop off their noses.</div>
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The only time that they were slowed up for any length of time was when their colt got confused and followed some travelers in the opposite direction. Even though they “hated like sin” to have to go back and hunt the colt there seemed to be no other alternative so back they went. They were afraid that they might have trouble convincing the travelers that the colt was theirs, but they were very cooperative and they took their colt and went merrily on their way back to join their family.</div>
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Mrs. Earp smiled with pride as she told us that they had always had plenty to eat even though they had earned their living the hard way. According to her, children amount to a lot more if they all have a few duties to perform. She said that she never allowed her children to idle all of their time away.</div>
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There was a touch of sentimentalism in Mrs. Earp’s voice as she described their first little home in the Indian territory. It was a one-room log structure and this one room served as a kitchen, dining and living room for the family and also a bedroom for Mr. and Mrs. Earp. There was a ladder that led to the attic room which served as sleeping quarters for the children.</div>
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Mrs. Earp told of the time that he paid $700 for a mare. “It seemed like such a huge sum of money at that time” said Mrs. Earp, “that it almost took my breath away. But she smiled with pride when she told of the wonderful colts that they raised and sold.</div>
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Mr. and Mrs. Earp later moved on a five acre tract on the “old trail” where they lived until Earp’s death in 1924. In 1928 Mrs. Earp moved into Stroud, where she has since made her home.</div>
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She loves to attend services at her church and has played a big part in the building and maintaining of the Church of God in Stroud.</div>
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Mrs. Earp has 11 children living. Her children are, Mrs. Coy Miller, Chandler; Otto Earp, Stroud; Mrs. Ina Collier, Shamrock; Varnie Earp, Chandler; Early Earp, Sparks; Hughie Earp, Stroud; Mrs. Ona Taylor, Oklahoma City; Oba Earp, Sparks; Mrs. Ora Hensley, Stroud; John Earp, Midlothian; and Claude, who now lives on the home place. Mrs. Earp now makes her home with her daughter, Mrs. Ora Hensley in Stroud.</div>
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Through the goodness of her heart Mrs. Earp took a nephew, Kenneth Earp*, when he was only two weeks old and reared him as her own. He now makes his home in Dallas, Texas. </div>
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*Note: Kenneth was not a nephew but a grandson of Mr. and Mrs. Earp.</div>
Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-69955378980190479152010-04-19T14:46:00.003-05:002010-04-19T22:18:16.023-05:00Early Bird Milks the Cow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is 6 A.M.--so where are your 1800 ancestors? What was a typical day for them? That depends on what they did for a living. If they were farmers, like most of our ancestors, here is a daily schedule similar to what theirs possibly would be.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Farmer</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5:00 am - feed animals</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6:00 am - breakfast</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:00 am - out to the fields</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8:00 am--noon depending on the season the farmer will be sowing, planting, fertilizing, weeding, pruning, harvesting, etc.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12 noon lunch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1:00 pm - repair/build fences, clean barns</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2:00 pm - chop wood, fish or hunt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3:00 pm - out in the fields again </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5:00 pm - evening chores: feed animals, milk cows, etc.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6:00 pm - supper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:00 pm - clean guns, mend bridles, whittle</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8:00 pm - bed</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Farm Wife</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5:00 am - milk cows</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6:00 am - cook breakfast</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:00 am - sweep house, make beds, wash dishes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8:00 am - work in garden</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9:00 am - wash clothes by hand, hang to dry</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">11:00 am - prepare lunch for family</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12:00 noon lunch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1:00 pm - lessons with children</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3:00 pm - start preparations for supper: gather wood, start fire, kill and clean chicken, etc.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4:00 pm - 6:00 - prepare meal for family</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6:00 pm - supper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:00 pm - clean up after meal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8:00 pm - mend, sew, knit; put children to bed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9:00 pm - bed</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Child</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6:00 am - haul water, start fire</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:00 am - gather eggs, feed chickens</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8:00 am - work in the garden</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9:00 am - gather firewood/buffalo chips</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10:00 am - slop the pigs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">11:00 am - sweep the yard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12:00 am - lunch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1:00- pm - lessons with mama</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3:00 pm - free time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5:00 pm. - help prepare meal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6:00 pm - supper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:00 pm - sew, read, arithmetic</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8:00 pm - bed</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Online source: Ancestry Magazine; by staff writer; published 28 Apr. 2008</em></span>Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-19281316037266308882010-03-17T21:54:00.166-05:002010-05-08T22:02:31.775-05:00Two Sisters<div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Opal and "Dena' grew up togethe</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">r on a farm north of Chandler in Lincoln Co., OK. Their parents were Hughie and Arlie Earp. They had two brothers--Ernie and Wendel. Opal married Archie Pounds in Jan. of 1940. Dena married Ted Phillips in Feb. of 1945. Sometime after 1945 Ted and Dena left Oklahoma and moved to New Mexico. It was the first time the sisters had ever been separated. They both raised families and the years passed. The children all grew up and left home.</span></div></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">About 1976 Dena and Ted moved back to Chandler and purchased a house a couple of </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">blocks from Opal and Archie. The "girls" were thrilled to be living near each other again. Ar</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">chie and Opal moved to Duncan not long after that, but in the fall of 1990 they returned </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">to Chandler.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> In the fall of 1986 all four brothers and sisters were together for a family reunion at the Phillips home. It was the first time in years they had all been together and sadly, it was the last time that they would ever be together, the four of them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">These were golden years for Dena and Opal. Their friendship flourished and grew. They spent lots of time together visiting and playing games. Then in June of 2000 Archie and Opal felt the need of leaving Chandler again and moving to Tulsa to be near A.M. and his family, as they were getting older and their health was failing. </span><br />
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</div></div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In Nov. of 2002 Ted passed away and Dena lived alone in Chandler for a time where she had made many friends. Archie passed away in March 2004.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sammy, Krista, Jill and I spent a week in Glenpool with Mama (Opal) in June of '05. Dena was staying a few weeks with Opal at the same time. We had a great time together. We took the ladies to the Jenks Aquarium. They were like two young girls, both so bright eyed with interest and amazement. We went to Brahms for ice cream and hamburgers. We played Skipbo and read family letters.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That same summer Teddy and Bob felt it was time for their mother (Dena) to move to Sandy, Utah, to be near Bob and Jeanie. Soon afterward Teddy came to help his mom pack the things she wanted to take with her. And so it was done. As they said goodbye, Opal promised Dena that she would fly out to Utah the following summer for a visit. </span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That visit never took place. Both sisters longed to see each other one more time, but old age and dementia was fast creeping up on both of them. Dena was unable to make the trip back to Oklahoma and Opal was unable to conquer her anxieties enough to get on a plane and fly to Utah. They exchanged letters regularly. </span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When Dena was no longer able to write back, Opal continued to write and send cards. Bob faithfully read the letters to his mother. Dena would keep the latest letter with her for days, holding it in her hand, carrying it around with her, thus, no doubt, feeling closer to her big sister.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In July of 2007 Mother (Opal) came to Louisiana to live as her health was failing and the family thought it best that she be near me, her only daughter. I was thrilled to have her here as I had not lived near her since I had married in 1965. </span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In April of 2009 Mom fell and thus began her last journey. During these last days in the nursing home she continually thought I was Dena and would call me Dena. I never attempted to tell her any differently. I was honored to be her "Dena". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Opal left us gently and quietly on June 28, 2009 with her family gathered around her. Six months later, Jan. 8, 2010 Dena left this world gently and quietly with her family gathered around her. The two sisters who were apart so much in life were now together for eternity.</span><br />
</div></div>Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0Lincoln, Oklahoma, USA35.7017314 -96.880858235.4226979 -97.34777720000001 35.9807649 -96.4139392tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-36768751953482987982010-01-08T11:22:00.000-06:002012-02-16T19:44:05.865-06:00Lincoln County Oklahoma Land Run of 1891<a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~oklincol/land.html"><span style="font-size: 180%;">LINCOLN COUNTY OKLAHOMA Land Run of 1891</span></a><br />
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Left click the picture below to see an enlarged view of Harper's Weekly portrayal of the "run". Then left click on the above link. On the bottom of the new page you will find a link to the OkGenWeb Project. There are several links there that you might enjoy.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVmazR-Bq-HDIuFdZf1s1TWJfnJAj5txikPrPtYOasMRnn0QO6mumq89xWWtn4XfoA_-AWZ7asqpaeWbZ-HD3OSDpO_CrwgR0RPgfN-2pHz9VxvKhEF5vkX-Tl617saTlAjeVstLtwWY/s1600/Land+Run+of+1891.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" closure_uid_whivs="2" height="167" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVmazR-Bq-HDIuFdZf1s1TWJfnJAj5txikPrPtYOasMRnn0QO6mumq89xWWtn4XfoA_-AWZ7asqpaeWbZ-HD3OSDpO_CrwgR0RPgfN-2pHz9VxvKhEF5vkX-Tl617saTlAjeVstLtwWY/s200/Land+Run+of+1891.bmp" width="200" /></a></div>Gerry P. Robideauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224825145624701636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485579917144172723.post-78138087865828965622010-01-04T09:14:00.000-06:002010-03-17T22:49:24.401-05:00Christmas Candy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlddUZNdGC-Qz5aGT20M4WFd1yjWIQzWzTWO2IQPdYeO_Gwr3qPBTxDHhRC_OHT26X3fK1Hg84fH2kwkzQxtMChAKRFvikrzHh6lvEnnOYlNI1efuSiVHEvJefH4GM2LGX_kw7tnhNndY/s1600-h/Date+Loaf+Candy+-1.bmp"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422908126280158962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlddUZNdGC-Qz5aGT20M4WFd1yjWIQzWzTWO2IQPdYeO_Gwr3qPBTxDHhRC_OHT26X3fK1Hg84fH2kwkzQxtMChAKRFvikrzHh6lvEnnOYlNI1efuSiVHEvJefH4GM2LGX_kw7tnhNndY/s320/Date+Loaf+Candy+-1.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 222px;" /></span></a><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know this is a little late to be making Christmas candy, but candy can be made year 'round, right? Just a few days ago I was digging through my box of old recipes and I turned up an old yellowed lined sheet of paper from a writing tablet. On the outside it read "Date Loaf Candy" in Grandma Arlie's handwriting. On the inside was Grandma's recipe for date loaf candy, which I dearly loved as a kid, written in her own hand. What a treasure!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Because I am a magnanimous sort of person, ahem, I have decided to share it with you, her off spring!</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Do any of you ladies out there have any of Grandma's recipes that you'd like to share? We would love to see them if you do.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Left click to enlarge.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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