Was there ever a chance that I would not leave the nest

I was talking to a friend who has a son that is about 32 years old and does not have a job and lives at home.  Wow!  That would never have happened in the Osage.  I think I would be buried in the black soil of Beaver Creek if I had tried that one especially if I sat around the house and played video games and looked at the Internet.  In fact I would say there was zero chance I would have a seat at the dinner table if I did not work and work hard every day while living at home.  I cannot imagine my folks even offering for me to live at home after high school or college.  Anyway as I listened to my friends story I was in utter shock.  They have a nice kid who has a good heart but is just lazy.  I suppose this is a good case of enabling a person and I do mean in a negative way.

After working for many years for Ross Perot of EDS and then coming back to Oklahoma to be close to family we found ourselves with 3 children living in a nice house on a golf course in Yukon.  But watching our children grow and mature I became very concerned that the only responsibility they would have was to make their beds and help with the dishes.  I wondered how they would learn to do anything.  That actually reminds me that I believe these technical schools are very underutilized and in fact we need the old "shop classes" in schools and mechanic classes.  I am not and educator but I do believe if you look around you will find that kids that grew up in small towns with LESS sophisticated classes proportionally are much more likely to be financially and business successful than kids in big schools with lots of AP classes.  Prove me wrong if you want but I look at my old Shidler and Grainola buddies and girls and I find much more healthy marriages and families and successful business people. I just find that folks from smaller towns and communities have higher values and stronger work ethic and are much more likely to be grateful for God's blessings.  No apologies for giving credit to our creator.  Besides if you were in a war on terror or a street fight who do you want on your side?  I find this a pretty easy answer, someone from the Osage!  

Back to my challenge and my solution.  I should probably add that when I grew up in Grainola I use to tell my folks I was NEVER going to come visit unless they got blacktop on those gravel roads.  I lied.  Also I said I would never live on a farm or have to feed animals in the winter or any of that hard stuff like hauling hay.  I lied.  There is getting to be a trend.  So I bought a farm in west Edmond to have a place with responsibility and opportunities for my children.  At first they were not very excited about this move but over time it was a winner.  My kids did turn out perfect.  I lied again.  We started right away with planting pumpkins and buying a few animals and ultimately building a house on the farm.  I would have to say it was most difficult for our oldest, Wynter.  She did adjust and it was much easier on the two boys as they were young and driving a tractor when you are 9 years old and driving a pickup on the farm at 9 was pretty cool.  I had purchased an old pickup with duals and a 457 engine (at least it was a powerful engine) that was in pretty rough shape for $400 to help around the farm.  Wynter hated it and of course I told her that when she turned 16 it was going to be her first vehicle.  She did not think that was funny.  Luckily Chase as tall for his age and could drive it easily.  We tried to let Preston drive but he did not like it.  I should remind you that Preston has down syndrome and is 26 now but he does not like to drive even today.  That pickup worked pretty good but it was sure loud.  Well I would have to tell you buying a farm and yes we had a gravel road was the best thing I did for my family and my children especially.  They know how to work and they made good decisions about their future.  They have common sense and level heads, meaning they don't get their underwear in a wad over stupid things and they are focused young adults.

OK, lets sum this up.  I cannot figure out one reason I would want to live at home and not work much less sit all day doing Internet and video games or TV.  If I could tell that parent one thing it would be let your child (even if they are over 30) know that if they want to live at home, rent and room and board are not optional and they will absolutely have to help with cleaning and cooking and maintenance and they have to get a job even at minimum wage because they will have to pay to live at home.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• Never say never because as soon as you do one of those children are going to want to come home and live for some period of time.  Both of our kids did and both did not like our rules and wanted out as soon as possible.
• Living at home after 18 might have been an option but work was not an option
• Working and having a family is a privilege and we should all be grateful for "The home of the brave and the land of the free"

Thanks for listening,

gary@thepioneerman.com

HOme Owners Associations

Praise God we did not have HOA, Home Owners Associations, in the Osage or at least in Shidler and Grainola.   I guess it is a sign of the times or just a city thing but from what I see we had it right in the Osage.  We respected each others rights to do what they wanted with their home and their land.  We may have not liked someones house or the way they kept their yard or barns or even their equipment  but we respected their rights to do what they saw fit for what was theirs.  Now I understand things have changed and there is too much trash and not enough pride and probably more than anything not enough self discipline and genuine caring.   HOA's are just messy.

What I remember was how my sister would go help folks who needed help and she did it without being paid and without being asked and without an HOA.  Debbie always had the biggest heart and I saw her go clean houses and cook for old folks week after week.  I saw people go mow the church yard without being asked and even weed-eat around things without being asked.  When something needed fixed people figured out how to fix it and got after it (that means they did not put it off).  I remember my folks would sometimes see that someone needed help and they would volunteer us/me to go help.  I wish I could say I was always a willing participant but in the end as I look back it was best for me too.   I think there was a sense of pride folks had in keeping things looking good.  I don't know why but Bud Head comes to mind as I recall he always kept things real orderly and then there was Perry Stephens whose house always looked clean and neat.  Vea Harris planted more flowers than about anyone and she even had them in her garden next to the potato plants and tomato plants.  By the way did you know that marigolds will keep squash bugs away?   And while I am at it, if you have problems with mites add a little soap to some water and spray the leaves.   Along the highway farmers would mow the grass and bail it for hay.  We never bailed it but Dad insisted that the one mile long drive to our house on Beaver Creek did not have excessive weeds or tall grass along the road.  He wanted it neat and clean looking.  Heaven forbid if there was a wire loose and sagging as that was a sin.  Right away we had to get out there and get it fixed.

OK, back to HOAs.  What I have found is that HOAs are an opportunity for everyone that wants to complain about something they don't like about someone else and not feel guilty.  What I would say is that most of the time folks need to filter what they say and for the most part keep their mouth shut unless they have something nice to say about someone.  Sure there are things we need to fix or take action on that affect others but we can say it with respect and kindness.  Everything someone has to say is NOT personal but if it is said in a respectful fashion then you have a responsibility to 'get over it'.    HOA's make me love the Osage just a little more.  If you still live there please count your blessings and do something for someone else and clean up your place so folks won't think you don't care.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• if you see someone needs a little help view it as a mission project and do it without needing praise or money and you will feel some real blessings in your life.
• if you learn to give it away you will receive far more than you ever give.  It is called a blessing and it might be in just feeling better about yourself.
• I love chickens, yes chickens.  I wish we did not have an HOA so I could have chickens just like in the Osage.

Thanks for listening,

gary@thepioneerman.com

People don't change much but they can if they decide

Easter is coming and that brings a lot of changes.  Of course it brings the daffodils and tulips but it also brings most families to one of two annual trips to church.  I remember Kerney Graham, pastor of the United Methodist Churches at Grainola, Webb City and Foraker sharing an observation that on Christmas and Easter a lot of families think about the spiritual side of life.  I was a kid back then but never forgot his thoughts about if I were to stand before God and He was looking at my church attendance would He be thinking I am on his team?  The better question I thought was, "would He let me in?" or "would there be evidence that I was guilty of being one of His".   Or "why should He let me in?" might be a great question.  Luckily I found the answer.

Have you ever noticed in life those small events or people who really made a difference in your life?  Maybe I am different but I have considered a lot of those things from growing up in the Osage.  Here is a short list:

5 years old:  I was told I was a hero for protecting Denise Logue from a big dust devil.  I thought it was a tornado.  I felt mature and good about my actions.

7 years old: Geneva Snyder (first grade teacher before she had a brain tumor) telling me I was too big.  I wished for years I was small like Jon Tanny, Jimmy H. and Hugh Allen Jones.

9 year old: Aunt Gladys (Shidler High School Teacher) telling me I was really good at puzzles and understood new math better than some of her high school students.  I studied math and science in college and her encouragement drove my entire career.

10 Years old:  Mr. Lewis Morris encouraging me in math and science and sports.

Always: Mom and Dad telling me I could do anything if I chose to and worked hard enough.  They never said I had to be the smartest but just focus and stick to it.

12 Years old:  Coach Gillstrap told me I should play football and he wanted me on his team.  I could not wait.  I was so excited that I talked my folks into to letting me go to Shidler one year early.

16 years old:  Dr. Maoza (not sure how to spell it) told me I could not play football.   I became more determined than ever to play in spite of an injury as a freshman.

16 years Old:  Mrs. Helen Head telling me how well I dressed.  It made me try harder as I wanted to meet her expectations.  She was a tough one but she made me better at English and I wanted to please her.

17 years old: Mr. Treadway telling me I was one of his best acting students and I needed to keep my sideburns cut.  

Well you get the idea.  I know some folks are not as competitive and some folks just have more talent and potential but I never thought my glass was half full.  I did not try to find the bad in folks or figure out why I should be unhappy or why I was not as smart as the next person.  In fact over the years I have made the comment that a lot of folks are smarter but I can out work anyone and with enough time I will win.  Losing and being depressed or getting down on myself was not an option.  I do have to confess that over the years I have had plenty of ups and downs and I do get down on myself sometimes but overall I just want to be the best I can be with what I got and a little bit more.  

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• Going to church is not a one or two time event but a life style especially if you really do want Him to decide in your favor.  Luckily none of it depends on me other than making a choice.  If you don't get the idea call me and I will explain.
• Getting down has no bearing on the outcome.  Only getting up and doing it quickly matters.
• Encourage someone.  Make a difference, a positive difference, in someones life even if you don't have the fortitude to make your own life better.  
• It is ALL your choice!  
• Don't count on God if He cannot count on you.

Thanks for your time,

gary@thepioneerman.com

Root celler

One of the great things about living on the farm is just about everyone had a root cellar which doubled as a tornado shelter.  Basically it was made out of brick and cement with a dirt floor and it was covered with grass on top with a door much like the cellar in Wizard of Oz.  Any time we had a big storm Dad and Mom would sit out on the porch watching the clouds to see if there was a tornado forming.  Of course the challenge was that after dark you could not see a tornado.  After dark Mom and Dad would listen for signs of a tornado.  Basically what they were watching for was the wind would become more circular and changing plus before a tornado would come down the rains would change from falling to going somewhat sideways and it might even stop raining.  The other thing that indicated one was close is the sound of the storm would be more like a train coming.  There would be a roar rather than lightening and thunder.  Now that I think about it when we thought a tornado was close the lightening and thunder was dissipate.

As a kid I was never particularly worried and what I really wanted to do was stand outside looking up into the storm like Dad and Mom.  I always thought the clouds were really cool to watch but one time I got in big trouble with Dad.  I said I wished I could see a tornado.  I got a butt chewing for that one.  Where we lived was on Beaver Creek which was down in the valley between some rolling hills and therefore we never did have a tornado set down close to our house although we saw some over head circling in the clouds.   Back then we did not have all the technology to detect tornadoes or the threat of tornadoes so you had to rely on farmers and ranchers who could identify fingers or funnels forming in the clouds.  I would have to say that I particularly enjoyed being on the plains and watching tornadoes in the distance dragging their tails across the wheat fields and tall grass prairies.

It was sad when you knew someone who lost their house or barns but I never did know anyone who lost a loved one from a tornado.

Back to the cellar.  Besides being a tornado shelter this is where we stored all the food for the winter before freezers came into the picture.  Just guessing from memory I would say the cellar was about seven foot wide and 12 to 14 foot long with two foot wide shelves all around.  During a storm we would sit in folding chairs down the middle of the cellar.  On the shelves we had about anything you could think of to eat.  There was jelly made from sand plums we gathered across the creek from the house to blackberry jelly made from blackberries gathered down by Oolagah, OK where Grandma Annie and Popi Jess lived.  We had pickled water melon rind, yes you can eat the green part, corn, green beans, yellow wax beans, peaches, apricots (Mom made the best apricot cobblers ever), canned okra, tomatoes and tomato juice, pickles (mom made the best sweet pickles and Sally Shumate knows how to make them), sweet and dill pickles, and lots more.  The floor was was covered in hundreds of pounds of potatoes.  During those storms we would just pile them out of the way and then spread them out after we left.

I did forget to mention the reason for the cellar is that being mostly below ground the temperature was always cool and constant, regardless of what the weather was outside.  It was a great place to go sit during those really hot summer days as long as there were no visitors like bull snakes.  But no worry as they did not bother you.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• Think ahead and get prepared as days will come when you will be glad you did
• Quality of life is a decision, you can stick your neck out of the cellar or you can keep it underground and not experience the good and bad of life.
• A teachable spirit can protect you from an emotional roller coaster or you can just let the tornado take control of your attitude
• Your choice and your fault

Thanks for listening,

gary@thepioneerman.com

A little history of Grainola

What started as a report on the history of Grainola that I had to write, against my will, turned out to be my favorite assignment all through 12 grades including Grainola Grade School and my class of 5 and sometimes 6 if Joy Franks would stay put plus my years at good old Shidler High School.  Just FYI Joy had a tendency to move from Grainola to Shidler and back a few times over 12 years.  It was kind of nice when she came to Grainola as she increased our girl population in my class by 100%.  The only problem was that she was so dog-gone smart that she made us look bad, or at least me.

Anyway, the project was kind of difficult to figure out how to get started and how far to go back.  Well let me give you a few tidbits about Grainola that you may or may not know.  First, it got its name from a girl named Inola and the fact that there were huge piles of grain (corn, wheat, oats, milo) on giant tarps piled by the Midland Valley Railroad waiting to be hauled off.  Thus the name Grainola, the city of grain and a young girl named Inola.

Grainola had two hotels and a pool hall, Frankford State Bank merged to become Grainola State Bank, a post office in 1906,2 grain elevators, lumber yard, Methodist and Lutheran Churches, a silent theatre,a community water well as there was no city or running water and more.   My dad told the story of a friend who they wagered could not put a cue ball in his mouth.  Well he did succeed but there was a problem.  He could not get it out so they had to run the guy across town to the doctor.  Yes, Grainola even had a doctor.  They did get the ball out but it created some excitement.

Now just as a side note I bet you never had a person who often would fly their plane to town and land on the town streets.  Well we did.  It was Paul Jones who is also  the person to give me my very first flight from a hay field around Copan, OK at the Mullendor Ranch where we worked to Shidler where I had to go for football practice.  Well Paul was always a lot of fun and could fix about anything.  If you would like a good read try the Mullendor Murder Case.  You will read about Paul Kelly and Paul Jones and a lot of other Osage folks.  I should mention that Paul tried his best to make me sick on that plane.  I think he was getting even with me for giving him a hard time about his hairdo.

Grainola was a bustling little town with about 600 folks and a couple of grocery stores, feed stores and other services.  It was really cool that we could collect the eggs and trade for groceries rather than use money.  Another of my favorite things was almost every store had a pot bellied stove that burned coal.  Generally these were the social gathering places during the winter when things slowed down around the farms.  Local farmers and ranchers would sit and drink coffee and catch up on the gossip.  I don't think the women had any more gossip than the men.  It seemed that every morning after the cattle, sheep and hogs and don't forget the chickens were fed that the men would head for the coffee shop.  I should also mention that grocery stores generally carried things like v-belts and bolts and other hardware type things just in case.  Another cool thing I learned from my mom is that when they milked the cows, by hand meaning no machines, they would use a manual separator to divide the milk from the cream.  Once that was done they would take the cream to Bargis family who collected it and sold to the dairy processors for making cottage cheese and other products.  Mom's family then took the milk needed for the house (7 kids) and they made their own butter and what was left was used to feed the hogs and baby calves.

There are a lot of great folks from Grainola but a few stand out like Mildred Kelly who could dribble and shoot a basketball like crazy, Lois (Lane, my mom's sister) Del Priorie who I was told by Mr. Casselman was the best basketball player out of Grainola and then there were the Fulsom girls who played on the 1950 State Championship Basketball team.  That team is listed as number 39 of the top 100 sports stories in the state of Oklahoma.  The reason is there were only 14 kids in the Shidler High School and all 9 girls were on the team.  High School was four grades, not three.  The odds were against them but they pulled it out.

Did I  mention the first name given to Grainola was Salt Creek?  When the post office was established in 1906 the name was changed.  Also Frankfort was a small cattle town where John and Linda Murphy lived that had a bank which was merged into the Grainola Bank.

Well I had better go.

What do you learn in the Osage?

• life is what you decide not what others decide for you
• respect for others and respect for the law are assumed by small town folks and yes there will always be problems but character makes folks great, NOT more laws
• the land of the Osage is full of famous and wonderful people, go look for the good in everyone

Thanks for your time,

gary@thepioneerman.com

Ruby's Store

Ruby Jackson's gas station and grocery store

I don't know about you but who could ever forget the memories of Ruby Jackson's Store. Now of course she had to compete with Dale's Feed, Seed and Fertilizer (another story). But Bob Scott the bus driver and head honcho after Lizzie (the school cook)at the Grainola School would stop the school bus at Ruby's once a week and let us get off the bus and get a Pepsi (that is generic for a pop).

There really were 5 cent bottles of pop and it was terribly exciting when Ruby started carrying 12 and 16 oz. bottles instead of just 8 oz. bottles of pop. By the way a bottle was glass not plastic and when you brought the bottle back you could get a nickle for each empty bottle. Now if you were local to Grainola you would call that "stopping for a Pepsi" no matter what you would purchase. Anyway (I promise to use that word once every story) those larger bottles were originally 10 cents then later 15 cents and a giant Babyruth bar was 5 cents until it went to 10 cents. If you are under 40 there is no way you will understand the size of that Babyruth candy bar but it was about 9 to 10 inches long and looked like a ______. You tell me.

Now this might seem trivial but I remember struggling with some folks who could afford a Pepsi and a candy bar on the same trip. You might think in today's terms that was bad but as I look back I think it built character because it made me a better person in the long run. Let me explain.

First, I learned that some folks could not afford what others did and I remember wanting to share with those who could not afford as much. I learned to share in someone else's humanity and humility. I was humbled.

Second, I learned that if I worked hard I could afford more and therefore it made me competitive.

Third, I learned that if I saved my money I could buy something that lasts longer than an immediate satisfaction. I learned to save.

Fourth, I learned my self image was not about how much I could afford and that I should make quality choices in life.

Fifth, I learned circumstances do not make the person but the decisions I make effect others as well as myself.

Mrs. Head, please forgive me for using "I learned" too often. She really was a great teacher but don't tell her that.

Back to Ruby. The anticipation of that stop every week was huge and it made me angry when someone acted up on the bus and Bob canceled the event of stopping at Ruby's. I would like to see some confessions on who was guilty on these occasions. In those days there were consequences for bad behavior. I am not going to mention that Billy Snyder, my cousin, and I ever caused any problems at Ruby's except the one time he tried to hit me with the Pepsi bottle. I am confident that it was not my fault.

Now Saturday's were also big for me with a trip to Ruby's. You see my Grandpa Olson lived right down the street. Every Saturday that Mom and Dad would let me I would go to Grandpa's and play checkers (another story). Anyway, Grandpa and I would always walk down to Ruby's and get Nehi strawberry or cherry pop plus a package of those cinnamon rolls with the white icing. Do you remember how the paper was wrapped up on the sides and if you were lucky the icing dripped down the side and you could get a little extra icing? Man I loved those cinnamon rolls. Guess that is why my favorite food today is cinnamon rolls. I never told Aunt Peggy (Jimmy Heath's aunt as well) or Mom (Opal) that I lied to them about their cinnamon rolls. You see I told both of them that theirs were my favorite so that they would both make me cinnamon rolls. Today they don't make me cinnamon rolls but they are still my most favorite food. It is their fault I need to lose weight or is it because I make bad decisions about eating too much? I had rather blame them.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• Wanting something bad enough is a good thing
• Wanting something someone else has can make you try harder if you make good decisions
• Learning happens everyday even on the school bus home

Thanks for listening,

Gary@thepioneerman.com

How about little Osage history about Selma Codding

Selma Codding immigrated to the US from Sweden with her brother Tanny Olsen in 1886 with their father and mother Mr. and Mrs. John Olsen so now you know how the family connected but now it is time for "the rest of the story" as Paul Harvey would say.

Tanny did marry Nannie Johnson so it was their real names, Tanny and Nannie Olsen.  What you did not know is Nannie (Anna Nannie Olsen) was the daughter of August and Karlina (Olson) Johnson.  Karolyn(same as Karlina but spelled different in different documents) was my Granddad Olson's sister as well as another sister Ingrid Mattson of Sanbeck, Sweden.  Don't worry there is more complexity to this story.  Nannie was born in Puliki, Sweden and came to America when she was 12.  They came through Ellis Island.  Her father had come three years earlier and settled in Skiddee, Kansas.  Nannie is Jon Tanny's grandma, I told you that just because it rhymed but it is true.  Nanny and Tanny moved to Cedar Vale, Kansas and I am sure it was because that is where a bunch of the Johnson's lived (family, get it).  They later moved to Hardy, OK where they lived and built the ranch and had that mess of kids: Bill, Bob, Jim, Larry, Vea, Selma (died at an early age) and Melvin.  I might as well tell you that Bill married Edna Mae Barton (my mom and Edna Mae were good friends) had a daughter named Nann that Married a guy called Chuck who had a son called Ladd that married a girl called Ree who you might know as The Pioneer Woman.  Oh Ya.

OK, now here is the one thing that always has puzzled everyone in the family.  We all have known that Tanny and Nannie were cousins but here is the kicker that may answer a family secret.  I found in the 1900 US Census where John and Anna Olsen (parents of Tanny Olsen) were listed in the census documents as John Olson.  I had always heard there was a name change and I don't know for sure if this proves it but I am looking at it as I write this.  It also lists Oscar, Thomas and Selma (Codding) as children.  We always called Oscar Uncle Oscar and Selma as Aunt Selma but I think that was more of what they wanted to be called and I don't believe they were really my aunt and uncle.  That is like Helen Conner of Grainola was and always will be thought of as Aunt Helen.  She was one of my all time favorite ladies and I have a painting she signed as she was a wonderful artist and she was not even a relative of ours.  Hard to believe.

Another twist I have to add that I never knew was John and Susie Hobbs were relatives of ours as well.  John's mother was Tillie Hobbs (Tanny's sister).  This is complex!  Susie Hobbs was probably one of the greatest cooks of all times.  I use to love to work at their ranch because of the food.  As far as I know John never sold a vehicle but parked it in a field after he bought a new one.  Susie would go outside and kill a few chickens and bake a few pies and green beans faster than we could work cattle.  Her pies are what I liked the best.  If you would ever like a copy of her recipes find a Grainola/Foraker cookbook and she will have plenty of recipes in there.  I would have to add that my wife, Shouna, tried a few and Susie may have not included all of her secrets.

This is getting way too long but just to mess with your head Jim Olsen, father of Jon Tanny, married Margurite Ganisjager (miss-spelled but that is what i found on the records).  Her last name was a mouthful.  I actually thought it was Gamsjager but found this spelling in an article as well.  Another thing is Mark and Evelyn Johnson (yes, the same family as Nannie) are the parents of John Edward Gamsjager's wife Maralee who is Marguarite Olsen's grandparents.  Should I mention that Jon is the brother to Jay and Jamie.  Jamie was by far the prettiest of the three.  And just to mess with you, did you know that Theresa Stradal of Edmond is a Price and her grandparents are Henry and Pauline Johnson.

Back to the story:  My grandmother, Mary Forstrom Olson, was from Dalarne, Sweden and lived around Womega, Kansas.  John Olson (Olsen) as listed on the death certificate of Karlina Johnson as her father is the same Johnson family where Nannie came from making them cousins.  WOW, does this make your head spin?  No one in the family has been able to explain all the connections but this is as close to the truth as I can find from government records.

Just for fun, I found a death certificate of Nels Olson, Womega, Kansas who died January 31, 1940 and he is listed as the son of John Olson (Olsen) and Hannah Olson born both in Sweden.  Now you can guess that this is the real Nel Olson of "Little House on the Prairie" , just kidding.

In summary that makes me a relative to about everyone in Womega, Kansas, Cowley County, Kansas and Osage County, OK including the Witt, Weixelman and the Eberts, the Olsons and the Olsens and the Harris family.

But now you must ask how did they all get to the Osage.  John Olsen was on a cattle drive from south Texas to Kansas and for helping he was given 100 head of cattle which he used to start his ranch which was originally the Jersey Ranch in the Osage.  After that everyone followed over time. And I might tell you some more family secrets in the future.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• be careful who you marry it might be your cousin
• kissing cousins is not a joke
• great families grow up in the Osage
• I now have proof that the Olson, Olsen, Johnson and Codding families are at a minimum DOUBLE cousins

Have a great day.

Thanks for your time,

gary@thepioneerman.com

Spring Baseball

One thing you can say about Shidler and the Osage is we loved baseball and Spring meant baseball was starting.  It started at school and the summer brought even more baseball.  My fondest memories of baseball were the summer baseball leagues where we played at the Phillips ball field west of town in Webb City.  One year when my brother was playing, Larry, the team was sponsored by Laurence Dehl who owned the foodliner.  Larry's team seemed to be full of some hot shot players but one in particular I remember was Jimmy Butterfield (hope I got that name close to right so send me corrections if I missed) who was a pitcher.  He was not the 'any old pitcher' kind of guy.  He threw what we called a side-arm-sub which meant he swung his arm low and to the right almost underhanded so that the ball came across the plate right to left from the batters perspective.  He could throw a sinker and a curve ball and it was HOT.  I think every kid tried to throw a side-arm-sub because of him.  Rocky Arrington was on that team and he played second base.  He was a scrawny (that means little) guy but he was faster than greased lightening and he could throw the ball to first base so fast it would make your head spin.  Harvey Harrington was the catcher but his strength was he could hit it out of the park.  Steve Blake may have been on the team but it has been a few years.  There were just a lot of great athletes coming out of that small country town.

Now for a fun side note last night I was attending the Oklahoma Christian Basketball game here in Edmond and sat by some friends of mine Scott and Lori Randal and Jeff and Mark Wedel.  It just amazes me about how small the world is because Scott asked me where I was from and he knew Shidler well.  And in fact his uncle was from Webb City and his cousin was/is Sunny Brock who I believe might have been on that team.  What I do remember about Sunny was he was a pretty good baseball player and a likable guy and of course I was a kid learning from watching those older kids.  I don't really remember much other than he seemed like a pretty smooth guy and that he was on the 4-H judging team with my brother Larry.  I think he also worked at the Codding Ranch.  This reminds me that we need to be careful as everybody knows everybody and especially if you are from a small town.

Well baseball is around the corner and a local boy from Edmond, Cale Coshow, just went to spring training camp for a minor league team in the Yankees organization.  So if he ever gets famous you just remember I told you about him, just kidding.  He is a pitcher and I told him I would be his agent just in case he got the really big check.

For no other reason than this, baseball is a great sport and is a time the family can spend together.  I really do believe that so many people grew up to be good family men, fathers and workers because they spent time playing baseball and going to baseball games together in the Osage.

So here is my advice:  shut down the TV, get the entire family and all your friends together and no one is allowed to NOT go, spend the day together and watch baseball.  Your family and friends will learn by watching you and they will learn about your character (is that scary?).

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• a lot of work and a little play is good for the family
• take time for your family because if you don't you will lose it
• remember the good times and set the bad ones in the back of your mind to help YOU 

God, I love this country.  Please help us to do a better job of taking care of it.  Amen

Thanks for your time,
gary@thepioneerman.com
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August Osage

Now I have a lot of pride about the Osage and that new movie just did not set well with me.  Don't waste your money.  I would have to say the scenery was great and it was absolutely home.  Even the house and the gravel driveway and out buildings reminded me of growing up in the Osage.  In fact I thought the house looked a lot like Alidane and Carl McConaghy's house.  Sure it was different but it still reminded me of their house and to some extent it reminded me of Jim and Margarett Olsen's house.  The old lady in the movie complaining about the heat and standing in front of the fan reminded me of growing up without air conditioners and just trying to find some air moving somewhere to cool down.  They even sounded a lot like home with the exception of their foul language.  Sure folks use to use words like shit and damn but it was few and far between to find someone using God's name in vain or using the big F word so often.  Their language was absolutely ridiculous and not representative of the Osage.  And in fact if you go to New York City you would find a lot more of the type of language they spoke in the movie.

It just ticked me off that they represented folks in the Osage talk with such disrespect for God and other people.  In fact I never knew any family that was as  dis-functional as what they showed in the movie.  Sure it was fiction but it was a depressing show with exceptional actors but one of the worst plots ever written and totally not representative of Oklahoma and the Osage.

If they (Hollywood) want a great story they could take a few tips from this list:

• The Osage Indian Murders (five books about the tragedies upon Osage Indians)
• The Mulendoor Murder
• The oil industry and how it got its start in the Osage and/or Green Country
• Getty Oil
• Phillips Petroleum
• CitiService
• Conoco
• and there are a long list of how the great oil companies got started in the area
• Famous people of the Osage
• Ben Johnson
• Patty Page
• Opie Taylor's dad 
• The One Arm Bandit (I bet the class of 71 could write a book on this one)
• Head Country 
• Drummand Family
• this list can be really long but you get the point

I don't know about you but I rate the move at 1 on a 1 to 5 scale with 1 being the lowest.  I would have to say that a friend of mine name Alyssa liked it and said it was a girl's movie.  My wife found it bad and empty and depressing just like me but we both agree the actors made a terrible book better.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• there are a lot better things to focus on than a dis-functional family
• the people of the Osage make it one of the best spots in the world to live and raise a family
• if you don't waste your money on Hollywood crap maybe they will stop making crap
• Crap made in the Osage is at least compost-able .. another way to say it is, "our bullshit stinks then goes away, their bullshit stinks forever"

Thanks for your time,

gary@thepioneerman.com

Social Security

I remember my mom and dad talking about having to make a choice to participate in Social Security.  Now that seemed like a pretty cool idea.  It was a choice.  Kinda like free enterprise and freedom of speech.  But somewhere along the way it became a mandate to almost everyone in America.  There are exceptions which I will not go into.  Anyway it amazes me how many folks and especially politicians talk like it is a government program or benefit.  It seems to me that when you pay for something every month of your working life that it is NOT a benefit but getting back what you paid for.  I suppose using the word benefit is OK but SSN is like an insurance policy in that if you don't use it you will lose it and typically that happens if you die.

Well here is my point for writing about SSN.  Some folks need it and use it because they lost a spouse and it helps financially to take care of the kids and of course the surviving spouse.  Sometimes it is used if a child or adult person is handicapped to help them make it financially.  But what the normal idea is that it is a retirement income source to give a person or couple a minimum amount of income they can depend on.  But and I do mean a big BUT not BUTT is that you need to know the options.  That is kind of like in poker you need to know when to show-em and you need to know when to fold-em.  I was talking to someone the other day who was getting ready to retire at 62 years old and start taking SSN.  He was going to get another job with less stress for about $36,000 per year.  The problem is that if he takes his SSN at 62 he gets about 70% of what he would get if he waited until normal retirement age.  The second issue is for every dollar over $18,000 per year he makes he loses 50 cents in SSN.  What that means is if he makes $18,000 more than the base of 18,000 he loses $9,000 in SSN.  Third, in his case he could defer SSN until he is 67 or even later and since his wife is 62 she can draw half of his SSN and his SSN will still grow to 100%  at normal retirement age and an extra 8%  for each year after retirement age while his wife still receives half of his SSN.  And there is no loss for how much money he makes at another job or if he keeps the same job he was doing.

Well there are a lot of options and we all need to know our options.   What frustrates the heck out of me is that it is so complex it is hard to find a government employee who understands it or you have to hire someone who can interpret it for you.  If it is such a great deal then why doesn't every politician have to participate and every government employee have to participate like all the rest of us?  I think that is a good question to ask our representative.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• if it is good for the goose it is good for the gander
• if it is too hard to explain then it would be best if it was changed or eliminated
• life is simplier if the government does not touch it

Thanks for listening,

gary@thepioneerman.com

The Beatles

Well here are are on the anniversary of the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show and I have to think about how they changed the world.  For one thing Steve Cannon grew his hair out and he looked like one of the Beatles.  At least in my mind and the worst part of it, The Beatles made it cool for the girls to like those with talent which left me out.  Of course at the time  I was too young but it never changed.  Steve Chrisco, Nate Bonham, Wiley Smith, and the list goes on and on could sing and and had that cool smooth looking long hair and the girls just were crazy about them.  The Beatles won the hearts of all the girls especially Susie Snyder who probably still has all the Beatles memorabilia and every album they every sold.  She even has them on VINYL (we called it records but now it is cool to say VINYL).
Speaking of vinyl The Beatles are also the beginning of cool for everything Vinyl or Plastic.  It became the rage to have Noggahide (vinyl or plastic) chairs and cushions.  There use to be a million jokes about all the little NOGGAs who got killed to make the Noggahide.  This absolutely proves that marketing can overcome common sense.  Everyone bought Noggahide in everything from car seats to couches.  The funny thing is Noggahide made your butt sweat as in hot.  And if you were in your pickup your back sweat as well, such a good feeling, not really.  It was so very uncomfortable but everyone loved it.  Sorry about that.

Back to the Beatles.  They may not have been bugs as in beatles but they did infest everything in America.  That Sunday night everyone (it seemed) must have been watching Ed Sullivan and it forever changed us.  I even let my burr haircut grow out although it was not until college that you could say it was long.  But let me tell you how it affected us.  One of the biggest things was it polarized people against long hair or for long hair.  I really do think the women liked it but the adult men thought you were a hoodlum or beatnik.  Does anyone remember what a beatnik was?  I dont' think I knew at the time but it seemed to fit.  Some guys who grew their hair out got free haircuts from law abiding citizens.  Just to be clear, they were forced to get a hair cut and there were no consequences or law suits. Schools developed policies to kick you out of school for hair over your ear or sideburns below your ear.  Hair on your collar could also get you kicked out of school.  Now the funny thing is we could carry our pocket knives to school and even clean your fingernails in class with a pocket knife and you could have your gun displayed in your pickup but you ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT HAVE HAIR OVER THE TOP OF YOUR EAR.  This is not directly related but it was illegal for an 18 year old person to drink or buy beer but you could be drafted to go to the Vietnam War and kill folks and the government would give you free beer.  Another thing that came out of this situation was girls started cutting off the bottom of their dresses.  In case you don't know it girls almost always wore dresses to school, not pants and never shorts as that would get you kicked out as well.  At first the skirts or dresses could just be above the knee cap.  But I will not name names or at least last names but Cindy, Shirley, Terry, Jeri, Jenni, Marsha, Denise, Chris, Diane and now that I think about it EVERY girl just kept cutting the bottoms off their dresses.  Now I will have to tell you none of us boys minded and did not understood all the fuss but Mr. Treadway and all the school board sure made it rough on those girls.  GO GIRLS was our motto.

I may be wrong about all this but I have to attribute short skirts and long hair to the Beatles.  It was a great time to grow up in America and we saw some of the most amazing changes in social norms but it was not all good and it was not all bad.

One last thing which I have told you before.  I did get to meet Ed Sullivan and it was pretty dog-gone-cool.  He was shorter than I thought and had a very dark complexion which I never realized from TV and that might be from the fact that there was no color on his show.  It was only black and white.  He was very nice and talked to me for a few minutes asking where I was from and what I was doing in New York.

So what do you learn in the Osage?

• You can influence a lot of folks in good and bad ways
• It is your choice how you look back at the past and how You  chose to use it
• Aim to improve in something everyday

God Bless America

Thanks for listening,

gary@thepioneerman.com

A pocket knife for Christmas

Do you remember when every boy wanted a knife for Christmas?  For some reason that was almost an annual request when I was young and Grandma Annie and Popie Jess came through every year.

Just getting side tracked hear for a second I don't think there was ever a correct spelling for their names so I just did the best I could based on how we use to say their names.  Grandma Annie and Popie Jess Lane lived in Grainola in the old house on the hill straight west of Grainola like you are going to Newkirk or Tanny and Nanny Olsen's house.  Bob Jackson lives there now.  They raised six girls and two boys on that hill.  In fact I have always wondered how they all walked to school in Grainola which is over one mile from their house up hill both ways and many times bare foot.  Go figure?

Well today I still have one of those knives which always seemed to have a white pearl side and two blades.  It was a handy thing and small enough in the pocket that it did not leave a faded mark in your jeans.  I bet I sharpened it at least once a week but I was always a little jealous of Jon Tanny Olsen and AJ Jacques who seemed to be able to cut a blade better than anyone else.  Both of them could shave their arms with their knives.  And in fact I would say that is one of those things we did often at SCHOOL was compare our knives.  Isn't it amazing how we have to regulate everyone in America because of ONE stupid and undisciplined child who does something to harm another person because they are a bully!  I guess I got on my soap box with that one.

Now that I think about it a boy's knife was a symbol of pride.  Yes size does matter, and it was a cool thing if you had a really big knife.  And in fact I think it was David Howell who even had a leather holster where he carried a Bowie Knife on his belt and yes to school.  I am certain that a lot of folks wonder about the wisdom of letting us carry knives to school and I don't believe we ever had one bit of violence where a knife was used.  Although I do remember AJ getting a knife stuck through his boot one time when we were playing chicken.  That is a game where you throw your knife at another person's feet with the hopes of getting it closest to their boot without hitting or sticking in their foot.  It really is a pretty good game and outside of that one time no one got hurt and even then it just bled a little.  Besides a little blood letting was probably good for a person.  Just kidding.

My dad always carried a Case knife which had a nice horn cover on both sides and two blades.  I tried to get one for Dad each Christmas if his old one was worn out.  Being farmers and ranchers we used them almost daily.  Every morning during the winter we had to feed the cattle hay and we always used twine(string for city folks) to keep the bales of hay together.  Nowadays they use wire on hay bales.  Also if we were feeding cattle cake you need a knife because it was faster than messing with the strings.  Now that I think about it we used to always have what we called gunny sacks which were sacks made of burlap.  Those burlap sacks were pretty handy for a lot of reasons and we always tried to preserve/recycle them as a source of spending money.

Looking back it is very interesting how we recycled almost everything.  We did it because it saved money and if you recycled that meant nothing was wasted or thrown in the trash.  Isn't it amazing how much trash we have each week these days?  Thinking back we milked our own cows, made our own butter, raised our own chickens, hogs and cattle, raised our own vegetables and stored them for winter and of course we had chickens for eggs.  About the only thing we went to the store for was seasonings like salt and pepper, flour and toilet paper.

Well it has been fun talking to you.

What did you learn in the Osage?

• a knife is a boy's best friend
• if your mom says she walked up hill both ways to school it must be true
• a little common sense goes a long way

Thanks for listening,

gary@thepioneerman.com

Cannin - Canning if you spell it vs. saying it(reprint from 2011, my second story)

Tonight I sit at Barnes and Noble in Oklahoma City near Quail Springs Mall waiting on my youngest son Preston (that will be another story) to finish basketball practice.  But this gives me time to write a few more notes about the Osage and living on the creek near Grainola.

One of my earliest memories is all the mothers getting together for Home Demonstration Club. Now for the younger set that is a club for women where they talk about things you have no clue about (few exceptions for those who are getting defensive) like sewing, canning, and baking. Now I suppose I have to explain that.

Sewing is where a person cuts out material and makes a dress.  Whoops, when was the last time I
saw a young person in a dress, surely I don’t have to define that as I know there are formal parties where a dress is required.  Anyway they make clothes, like shirts and pants. 

Now canning might be more difficult to understand.  First it does not have anything to do with a can or a cancan.  Do you have any idea what a cancan is?  Well look it up on wikopedia.  Canning is a process where folks took things from a garden (will explain what that is next) and put it in a jar, heat it up and then put a lid on it which seals so that the bacteria are dead and the goods inside are preserved for later use during the winter.  The canned goods are stored  in a celler (dadgumit – now I have to define what a celler is).  Anyway the types of things most likely canned are green beans, corn, okra, cabbage, and whatever is grown in the elusive garden.  There are a few exceptions like when we dug potatoes we did not can them but let them dry and stored them in the celler.

For goodness sake lets define celler.  A celler is not a seller which sells things at a store etc.  A celler is a hole in the ground then bricked up the sides and over the top then covered in cement on
top. Now there is a door and steps to get into the cellar.   So now you are probably asking WHY?  Well I will tell you.  A cellar is in the ground because it stays cool during the summer and warm (above freezing) during the winter.  The potatoes are laid on the floor but not too deep as that will cause rot and not covering the entire floor as this is also where we stored the canned goods on shelves placed in the celler.  Now if that did not cause you enough frustration let me tell you the primary but confusing thing about a cellar.  It is what farmers call a storm shelter or tornado shelter.  Now that makes since because Gary England has told all you youngsters to get in a safe place during the tornado warnings.  Here is where it gets confusing.  We DID NOT get tornado warnings as we/dad looked up at the sky and spotted the commotion.  Anyway here is the strange part.  If you went to any farm house there was a cellar in the yard but during a storm everyone pulled out their fancy folding lawn chairs and watched!  I never knew of anyone getting killed but we saw plenty of tornados over the years.

Before we leave the topic here is one last tornado story.  It was after school and Bob Scott
was driving the buss delivering the kids to their homes when we lost a tire on the bus.  By the way Bob was Lizzie’s husband, the cook at Grainola Grade School, he did everything Lizzie did not do
at the school including driving the bus.  We were out in the pasture about a half mile from the Custer’s house, where Leb lived.  Now I have to add there were other Custers but Leb was a little older than me and Leon was a lot older than leb.  Anyway while most of us stayed with the bus others took off to the Custers to get help.  Soon after the tire came off we were looking toward the north toward Aunt Hellen’s house (explained later) and there was the longest tornado I have ever seen.  It looked like it was about 2 to 4 miles north of us.  That evening when I got home I was telling
Dad (Cliff Olson) about it and he told me they were outside (farmers) looking at the sky and they saw a tornado about 2 to 4 miles south of them.  He was at Aunt Helen’s and that was about 1.5 miles north of where we were.  For the younger folks get out your HP calculators or Ipad and figure it out.  For those older folks you can see immediately there is a problem.

Well thanks for the time.

So long, farewell,  alfrederzane (I never was good at German even though I did take the
class).  Someone remind me the German teacher's name,  he was great. (Mr. Lambert)

Gary Olson

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