My Memories Of Grandma Beavers

My Memories Of Grandma Beavers
Millard “ Don “ Carriker and I are first cousins . He is also a member of Legacy Stories . Matter of fact he is the one that told me about this program . To my memory we have never met in person but a few years ago we met on...
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One of Many

It was the same plane that he crashed into the mountains killing his wife and dog..

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Oh Give Me Home Where The Buffalo Roam

Oh Give Me Home Where The Buffalo Roam
In July 1903 my Grandpa Spratt had finished his homestead time on 40 acres of land just south of Ft Smith Arkansas. By November 1907 Oklahoma was a new state and had new opportunities. My Grandpa was just an old poor farmer looking for a better life for his family of...
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The Most Challenging And Most Important Job I Ever Had

The most important and most challenging job that I have attacked was bringing two families together in peace with my wife. I started in April 1988. My wife’s daughter was a strong spirited seven years old that her father had died with a heart attack suddenly three and half years prior...
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My Mother Vs My Grandmother

All of my life my mother hasn’t liked her mother in law . My Mom and Dad got married and lived with my Dad’s folks for awhile after they were married . My Grandmother ( Her mother in law ) said something that didn’t set well with my mother and my...
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Thanks For The Memories

It was going to be a full day of nothing but fun for my older brother and I. My brother was four years and four months older than me so he got to help keep me entertained ( out of trouble). We left early in the morning for the forty mile...
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My Colleague, My Friend

I have lots a acquaintances, but a true friend is a treasue!  Laurel is one of the few acquaintances I have that I would consider a true friend. In the 1980s, I was teaching at Farrer Jr. High School in Provo, Utah.  Bruce Evans and I had been the mainstays in...
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The Day My Oldest Son Showed He Was A Man

It was a cool day in October 2009 in illinois. We were having a funeral   today . It was for my son that was that had turned 35 years old in August . I was their bouncingoff the walls . That’s just the way I was handling it . My...
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It Would've Made a Great Trick

Had “Darwin Awards” existed in 1946, Gene Covell and I would have made the list.   It could easily have been awarded posthumously were it not for the fact that guardian angels look over little kids.  The stunt Gene and I dreamed-up seemed do-able at the time.  Sure, in the bright light...
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His Words Were Few, But "Pithy"

The only grandparents I knew were my Grandma Beavers, who was to me a consummate witch, and my Grandpa Carriker, who was her polar opposite.   Grandpa Carriker came to visit us in the summer of 1942.   Compared to him, Calvin Coolidge was a blabber-mouth but Grandpa was a pleasant old man...
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Meaning of true friendship

True friends are ones who are your friends no matter what.  They will be with you in the jail cell as the addage goes, saying "Damn we had a good time!!"  They are the ones there with you through thick and thin.  Those are the most precious of friendships because they...
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If I could visit any relative of my past who would it be?

One - only one?  You would try to impose limits on me?  I have many I want to visit. FIRST and foremost is my great great grandfather John Wesley Martin.  Right now he is my genealogy brick wall.  I have visited his grave in Lincolnton, Georgia and asked him to manifest...
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My Mother, the "Mouse"

My Mother, the "Mouse"
The question posed was, "If you could visit with a deceased friend or family member, who would it be?  What would you do?"  This was an easy one--it would be my mother. Mother was extremely reserved and very proper. Although she was competent and capable she avoided leadership positions. She was...
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Precious Time Lost

Precious Time Lost
I had the most wonderful mother who always had a smile on her face even though she had a tough life. I wish we could have been friends and she would have shared her unhappy times with me,  but that was during the 1940's and parents were so different. I'm sure she didn't...
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My Brother - My Friend

My Brother - My Friend
I seem to have always had a more stringent definition of what a "friend" is than most people.  I have had many great "acquaintances" in my life, some fairly meaningful, but I have truly had only two or three friends in my 78 years of living.  One of those - the...
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She'll Meet Me At The Gates

Who would I most like to talk to? She and I have made plans for her to meet me when I cross over.

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Falling in Love - '60's style

Falling in Love  - '60's style
Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE I fell in love not long after I’d commenced my nursing training and perhaps the two were somehow connected? In the 1960’s Australian student nurses were required to ‘live in’ in the Nurse’s Home, on the hospital premises, where we were subjected to...
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A Tribute To My Adopted Cajun Brother In Law

A Tribute To My Adopted Cajun Brother In Law
This is a tribute to my adopted brother in law that passed away this last year . He lived in East Texas 20 miles from Louisiana and was half Cajun and proud of it . Paul Burch Jr   1958-2011     What is a Coonass? There are a few different...
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If He Was Here Again...

If He Was Here Again...
I had the good fortune of becoming very close with a hillbilly family in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. I know I can use the word, "hillbilly" because it's just who they are and they are proud of it. Rather than tell that entire story here I wanted to...
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Second to None

Second to None
My parents both enjoyed music. Dad was a self-taught, hillbilly, fiddler/singer who, as a teenager had played for many a square dance in Arkansas, took great joy in musically recreating the woes of the Indian girl “Red Wing,” the humorous ballad “Rye Whiskey,” and other old songs. Mother had been raised...
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