We spoke in the last newsletter about
the old 1108 locomotive at the Hardy Murphy Coliseum being readied to move to
the depot. A Reader sent in a couple of updated pictures
the other day of locomotive 1108 sandblasted
and almost ready to paint. Hopefully it won't be long until its moved to its new
location at the Depot.
Last week we talked about the
timetable sign that hung at the Ardmore depot and how its owner wants to bring
it back to Ardmore now that the locomotive is being restored and moved to the
depot. A couple of you remarked about the sign reading EAST BOUND - WEST BOUND
and not NORTH - SOUTH. Here is the owner's answer:
"Interesting. I asked that at the
time. Trains ran north and south but for some reason the Santa Fe posted
everything as East and West. It was very confusing to passengers and it seemed
like everyday someone was coming into the station to ask if they had a the right
train. For a while the agent would mark thru East West and write North South
with chalk, but that would often get erased or wear off."
A Reader sent in a 1900 scene when a store
and blacksmith shop that burned at Pike Chickasaw Nation, I.T., located 13 miles
NW of Marietta. A post office from November 25, 1892 to November 30, 1933. Named
for Brigadier General Albert Pike, Confederate leader.
Tourist View Co. N.Y.
E.W. Eichelberger, Manager
Something interesting on the above
photo. All but one man is wearing a hat of the times. One man in a white
stripped shirt is wearing what looks like a modern day baseball cap. They didn't
have baseball caps like today back in 1900. Time traveler?
Below is a map of the Chickasaw Nation made in
1900. Pike, Love County, Oklahoma is near the bottom, NW of Marietta.
The old Milburn, Oklahoma gym is
about a thing of the past.
Warning signs to prevent further attacks on the pecan trees on the courthouse
lawn have been placed on the trees themselves. The trees were being subjected to
vigorous frailings at the hands of looters who seemed to regard the trees as
public property and trees were suffering badly from the attacks. A sign that
warns that a $5 fine will be assessed against anyone caught abusing the trees.
Charles Brooks was shot through the right leg just below the knee as the initial
hunting accident of the 1932 season got underway late Sunday afternoon. Brooks
and a companion were hunting on the Guy Arnold farm. A gun, said to be carried
by his friend, was discharged the shot striking Brooks in the leg. Help was
summoned and then youth driven to the hospital.
Pelicans, huge birds with ferocious appetite, are playing havoc with the fish in
Mountain Lake. Lake keepers are being supplied with ammunition and are waging
warfare on the birds, and on cranes, almost equally destructive. Mountain Lake
keepers have killed between 40 and 50 Pelicans and cranes. In the last few days,
operating nets at the lake, have also caught 204 turtles in the last 2 weeks.
Just a few miles east of Dougherty in the mist of that geologists' paradise
known as the Arbuckle Mountains, lies one of the state's oldest and latest known
industries. Open pit mines of the United States Asphalt Corporation, Yawn
menacingly in the quiet forest covered countryside, huge craters giving
testimony of man's growing need for the oil soaked rock since the first wagon
was hauled away in 1829.
Lone Grove citizens had a once-in-a-lifetime treat last week, a trip to
Colorado. A total of 23 persons went expenses paid by in Ardmore woman who
wishes to remain anonymous. The purpose of the three-day trip was to give the
visitors ideas with which they can transform their town into a tourist center.
Lone Grove residents are looking to the future. When Interstate 35 is built
through southern Oklahoma they plan to draw business to Lone Grove from it and
Highway 70, which now cuts the town in half. While in Colorado the Lone Grove
tourists visited "Buckskin Joe", an old western mining town created as a
background for filming TV and movie westerns. They hope to pattern false fronts
for their shops from what they saw at "Buckskin Joe".
One of several bricks I sandblasted this
You can find current gas prices for a
particular Oklahoma town by entering the name or zip code in the GasBuddy search
Q. Where is the oldest burning
light bulb in Oklahoma?
Mangum, Oklahoma. Burning for over 85 years.
1. Livermore, CA (turned on 1901-1905)
2. Forth Worth, TX (turned on 1908)
3. Mangum, OK (turned on 1926-1929)
Q. What is the official state fossil of Oklahoma?
A. (answer in next week's T&T)
From This and That
newsletter archives of November 16, 2002
"Butch, I love getting your News every
week. I finally made it back to Ardmore last June, after 30 or so years to visit
my kin folk down there and in 4 days I had one of the best times of my life. I
brought my 12 year old boy so he could see his and my "roots" I have missed for
so long. I met cousins I didn't even know I had and some that didn't remember
me, but we had a blast. My mother was a Holley from Tater Hill east of Ardmore,
who's family homesteaded there god knows when....... I got to revisit some of my
favorite places, Turner Falls, Lake Murray, drove by my old kin folk homes in
town and parked in the street and looked at the house's and remembered my
childhood...... I would like to thank all my cousins that took use in and
treated us like family they just saw last week..... Holley's....Joe Kenneth,
Jerry, Margret, and my " little " cuz Bobby. We went crusin on Lake Murray and
went to Tucker Tower and they have a display case there with a large photo of
the workers that worked on the lake and I found my father in that photo ! I was
amazed.. I had an Uncle who had a small grocery store with his brother, I
believe, on maybe C street. Name was Earl Payne and I think his brother was
Wayne. I also after 30+ years got to stop in Pauls Valley at Ballards Drive In
and get a "Pizza Burger" that I been dreamin about forever..... Same guy, same
burger....great. Once again, it was great to get back there after 30+ years and
be treated the way I was by my long lost kin folk, and I hope to come back next
summer. Thanks to the "Tater Hill" Holley's for the hospitality!" -Kirk Holley
Smith, Hamilton, Montana
"Hello Butch, As always T&T seems to
capture the heart and soul of the home town experience, more specifically
Ardmore. It's also very enjoyable to read the mail bag section and read the
input of those who have grown up here, or have historical knowledge to share
with the readers. I often intend to reply to something in almost every issue but
unfortunately don't always get around to it. You mentioned, the movie,
"Dillinger," and I remember that well I worked for the Postal Service as a
letter carrier then and subbed on Leonard (Granny) Walkers, route he delivered
the Court House and Down town area for many years. There are several things I
remember during the filming of Dillinger. The scene, in which Ben Johnson, was
getting his shoes shined in the Court House Lobby has a sign in the back ground.
It is clearly visible, and the Words, Lake Murray are very prominent on this
sign. In reality, Lake Murray had not been built during the time when John
Dillinger was living. During the filming of Dillinger, one of the town drunks,
got caught up in spirit of the Roaring 20's. A day or two later he attempted
robbing one of the local banks, using his finger inside a coat pocket as a
pistol. He was quickly arrested. Granny Walker who had carried the down town
route for many years was, extremely irate when he had heard they arrested this
poor soul, claiming the wanna be bank robber had a case of Jake leg so bad he
could hardly walk, and was actually quite harmless. It was also while subbing on
Granny's route that I delivered mail to the Squeeze Inn cafe. It was still in
operation in the early 70's. Does anyone remember in 1971, the incident in which
someone was bitten by a dog? the dog tested positive for rabies. When they told
this person he would have to take a series of rabies shots, he ran off and no
one could find him. This happened about the time I began my career with the U.S.
Postal Service in 1971."
"Butch: We do not have horse apples in
California. But on one of my trips back to Oklahoma, I picked some and brought
them home with me, and took some pictures of them on the trees. However, we do
not have lightning bugs here either, and I think the people in California are
missing something of interest."
"EAT HEDGE APPLES AND STAY HEALTHY..... I
have been eating hedge apples, or Bois d Arc for about 25 years. When I have a
stomach virus, bacterial infection, or food poison I take a chunk of the apple
about 2 inches in diameter and 1/2 inch thick from my freezer and place it in a
blender along with apple juice or sprite or anything to liquify the apple. It
has never failed me to be feeling great in less than an hour. The apple has a
natural antibiotic (tetraphydroxystylbean) in it. It is also a natural fungicide
and are a very strong antioxident. I could type for days about this amazing
tree. (DON'T TRY THIS UNTIL THE APPLES HAVE FALLEN ON THE GROUND) in October or
Some mail from this week's MAILBAG.....
"Butch, several years ago I was sitting under a tree that was over our deck and
something started falling on me. There was a squirrel sitting on a limb eating a
horse apple about the size of a softball that he had carried from a Osage Orange
tree (horse apple tree) that was about 40 yards away. I grew up hunting and eating squirrels but I
had no idea that they would eat a horse apple." -Dan Holder
"After a year or so in Africa I was sent to Frankfurt, Germany in late 1947. I
went to Paris for a military permit to enter Germany. U.S. Occupation tightly
controlled traffic in & out of Germany & I had to be qualified as an "accredited
business man" which gave me access to most military assets---
In Paris a month I bought a pair of dueling pistols for $1.50 in a bicycle shop
& a cased pair for $6 in the Paris flea market. My per diem money supported my
lavish life style of sight seeing by day and flesh pots by night but not much
for gun collecting. There were Colt percussion revolvers that I passed up that
would have been better collection pieces than some I did buy. From a big gun
shop I bought a nice little Remington .36 caliber pocket pistol and a British 9"
Dragoon flintlock pistol for about $1.50 each. An American business man would
take my check on a stateside bank for francs at 4:1 dark market rate. That
solved my problem and his. Making money in France but couldn't legally exchange
his francs for dollars. As they say, one hand washes the other---
Germany in 1947-48 was zero in guns due to the severe Occupation restrictions &
fear the German's felt --
In Czechoslovakia the dark market exchange on the dollar was about ten to one. I
found how to get local money in exchange for payment to an account in Chicago.
At that time, using the high rate of exchange, I could buy a fine new Czech
sporting rifle for about $12. Mauser types, with full Mannlicher stock, double
set triggers, etc. I struck up a deal with some of the New York co-pilots to buy
a rifle for them in exchange for them taking back one for me. Thus he would pay
me the $12, I would buy two rifles and get them aboard the airplane and in New
York he would send one to my Father. I sent home a dozen or more, mostly in 7x57
caliber & got an Austrian flint military pistol $3. I paid $10 for a 7.63 Mauser
broomhandle, with stock/holster in new condition.
In my hotel in Prague the night clerk spoke English, having lived in Chicago,
asked if I would do him a favor. A Russian colonel in the hotel who spoke
English, was making his life miserable, talking his arm off. Could he introduce
me to the colonel so he could talk English? I agreed. Colonel Gorilenko former
Soviet liaison officer to U.S. forces in Iran during the war had enjoyed his
experiences. Now stationed in Vienna and was on his way to Berlin awaiting
Soviet air transport, a gap of several days in the connection & now stuck in
Prague. I had long conversations with him and drank his Vodka. He tolerated my
nursing a drink for a long time. He told boyhood stories in Russia and with the
American army & very was interested about life in the U.S. I also told him of my
work with Pan Am and that I was soon going to Vienna. He invited me to visit him
in Vienna but I never did, in fear of U.S. Army complications.
Austria was treated more like a liberated ally than a former enemy. The main
interest of the U.S. military (British & French) seemed to be that of keeping
the Russians at bay. Vienna little damaged by the war, not like Paris but light
years ahead of Germany and Prague & was comparable to Paris for looking for old
guns. In a used furniture store a box of maybe a dozen pistols. I bought a pair
of grungy, grimy dueling pistols for about $2 equivalent. In our airport shop,
cleaned up with solvent in fine condition, engraving and gold inlay. I got
several fine flint silver mounted pistols in Vienna.
The wheel lock pistols came in Stuttgart. Later, in 1950, German economy was
reviving, merchandise in the shops and good food in the restaurants. New
Deutschmark had value, military constraints eased & antique guns appeared in the
shops. In Stuttgart, scouting the shops, found a pair of weird looking wheel
lock pistols. Bought the pair for $50. I later learned they were Victorian
reproduction pieces. (sold 1960s $4000)
The next day we met a Herr Loeffler, a very old man. He lived in like a museum,
marble floors, very high ceilings, large rooms & marble columns & furnishings
dating back centuries. He had one pistol there, a wheel lock military pistol for
about $25. He said he had more at his "landhaus".
The shop keeper had a little car but no gasoline, which was rationed. I got a
jerry can of gas & we went South toward the Swiss border, maybe fifty
kilometers. Up narrow valleys nd were seldom out of sight of ruins of castles on
the cliffs. The old man grew up in the area & told much of the history when
built, destroyed, etc. A few of them appeared to be more or less complete,
others were only a couple of walls still standing.
Finally a small village, changed little in centuries. Houses and barns grouped
together, separated by a road of ruts and rocks, where this lady would put us up
overnight in a her home. Next morning we went to his landhaus, at the foot of a
cliff below another castle ruin. His father had built it a hundred years ago.
Assembled of old parts, walls were paneled, doors highly carved & the windows
beveled & stained glass, all looked medieval. The only thing of modern times was
the oil in the lamps. Probably priceless things from the past, in one room were
a number of long guns, crossbows & swords plus numerous pieces of armor although
no complete suits that I could identify. Outside and up a cliff edge, that led
to an attic room, more armor & hundreds of swords standing hilt-down, space out
coup;e feet from the walls. From what I know of swords, most the 16th century or
Herr Loeffler's father had been curator of a Berlin museum that closed around
1915. This was residue from the museums. He said his father & he had tried to
return items to owners. Now after two wars, with no heirs and little income
would use the money in his old age. I got five more wheel lock pistols from him
plus several detached wheel locks. That was all the wheel lock pistol items he
had & I ran out of money. I planned another trip but I was transferred before I
could do it, back to Africa.
I got a nice nickel & bone '51 Navy early Belgian copy in Istanbul, in Barcelona
a neat little miquelet pocket pistol & later in Madrid a nice pinfire military
revolver but little else I recall. London, until early 1960s was a rich source
for old guns. I was often there, weeks at a time. There was so much wonderful
stuff English colonials had brought back from around the world, England lagging
behind Europe in war recovery, people we selling their heirlooms. Guns, swords,
antiques of every kind, ivory, etc. One memory lingers. Outskirts of London
antique dealer I had become acquainted with---- I was hesitant deciding to buy
an item, remarked "Mr. McCrory, I've been in this business all my life & my
father before me, I've learned 'In antiques you should buy it when it is there
because you may never have the opportunity again.'"
I got a nice nickel & bone '51 Navy early Belgian copy in Istanbul, in Barcelona
a neat little miquelet pocket pistol & later in Madrid a nice pinfire military
revolver but little else I recall.
Apologies for being so long winded." -Robert McCroy
"I think the metal Santa Fe timetable should be displayed at the
new Depot park by the train when it is moved there. Maybe attached to a piece of
marble explaining what it is and where its original location was." -Robert
At the link below are 10 more scans of old photographs this week.
I have a list of folks I
know......all written in a book,
and every now and then......I go and take a look.
That is when I realize these names......they are a part,
not of the book they're written in......but taken from the heart.
For each name stands for someone......who has crossed my path sometime,
and in that meeting they have become......the reason and the rhyme.
Although it sounds fantastic......for me to make this claim,
I really am composed......of each remembered name.
Although you're not aware......of any special link,
just knowing you, has shaped my life......more than you could think.
So please don't think my greeting......as just a mere routine,
your name was not......forgotten in between.
For when I send a greeting......that is addressed to you,
it is because you're on the list......of folks I'm indebted to.
So whether I have known you......for many days or few,
in some ways you have a part......in shaping things I do.
I am but a total......of many folks I've met,
you are a friend I would prefer......never to forget.
Thank you for being my friend!!"
See everyone next
Butch and Jill Bridges
PO Box 11
Ardmore, Oklahoma 73402