Marla sat in the tiny apartment on the second floor of a brick building so square that cockroaches couldn’t hide in the corner. Not that there were many cockroaches, since Burns Flat was dry and hot, and Marla was a meticulous housekeeper. “If you could call it housekeeping,” she thought to herself, wiping red dust off the window sill. “Not much of a house to keep.”
Our photographer this week is not new to the Red Dirt Chronicles. When the site rolled out in August of last year, she put together a collection we featured in our header section for several months. She’s also served as a photographer for a few of our essays, and put this self-portrait together as a…
Luelinda Rogers Fluornoy is shown here delivering the cake she made for Granny Wescomb’s 64th birthday party in Shidler, Oklahoma circa 1954. Leulinda’s boyfriend (and Daddy’s farmhand) Robert Ashcraft who chauffeured her here in her daddy’s truck, is off to the side as he didn’t feel he had come properly dressed for such a photo. He said he, ‘never dreamed they’d be a takin’ pictures and such…’
Jay and Mary became fast friends, and we grew close to the Turner family over the next few years. By the time our kids were in high school, it was obvious to everyone except Jay and Mary that they were falling in love. Kids always seem to ignore what’s right in front of their noses. But by the time Jay was a senior in high school, even he had realized that he was in love with his next-door neighbor and best friend.
Guitar, small lunch gigs, then nighttime music scene gigs. The journey doesn’t stop there. After she graduated, she was able to begin substitute teaching while she began committing more time and energy into becoming a local draw in the Oklahoma City metro and Norman areas. Those who follow her music, attend her shows and say “hello” on the street are growing in numbers.
Once in a while I get the opportunity to see a show where I can sit back, relax and simply enjoy the quality of the musicians in front of me. Last night at the Civic Center Music Hall was such a night. The star of the show, James Taylor, assembled a band of tremendous musicians,…
My mama disappeared that summer. Funny thing about memory, sometimes I don’t know the difference between my own true recollection and things I’ve been told. Maybe that’s due partly to hearing bits and pieces of this story over and over again my whole life, from the time that photo was taken to this day. And now look at me. Sitting here telling the same story all over again.
My beautiful wife is taking me to see James Taylor at the Civic Center Music Hall tonight. I have to say, for a heavy metal guy I’m pretty excited.
All the major county roads are lined with fence posts and barbed wire, and the black cows are scattered alongside a creek snaking through a field almost barren of trees. There’s something peaceful about gazing across flat land at a lone tree and a cloudless blue sky stretched like a blanket above my head. And as I gaze for too long and become lost in my thoughts, the tree becomes a stranger staring back at me until I lose the contest, look away, awed by the ache of quiet.
In the 90’s I had a return engagement with Van Halen, Aerosmith and The Moody Blues. But my concert going days were winding down by then. The music industry seems to have flipped, probably due to on-line music sales. Where bands used to play concerts to sell albums, now they play concerts to generate funds to make albums.
Quote from her website: “I run over a chicken coming home and killed it dead and I am afraid to go back to Hugo” this was my favorite letter of the bunch!
That’s my cousin Davey. We were about the same age and lived just a couple of miles from each other for most of our youth. We didn’t have any brothers or sisters and so were pretty close — as close as anyone could get to Davey, that is. Davey was a Cub Scout. Always tryin’ to do good. At least that’s how it seemed. As for me, I’d do right if it the situation arose, but I didn’t go outta my way. Still don’t.
There is a lot to be said for music that makes listening fun. A lot of folks really take themselves and their music WAY too seriously. There is also a lot to be said for music that you stumble across accidentally.
Today I’m providing a photo or two from one of my gardener friends, Alice Woodrome. I’m also sharing a poem written by a family friend, Marvellena Scott, for her husband, Kermit. Both of these guest contributors clearly have the wisdom and beauty of more years of life and love behind them than I.
“Hey Boo, look this a way. Come on. Look at your Maw Maw. Smile big. This is for your Momma. Smile.”
Mrs. Gracie felt sure she got it, the perfect shot to send off to Eugenia so her daughter could see just how big her little boy was getting to be.
There were 18 pictures left on the roll. Well, she would just have to use up the rest of the role so she could get the photographs back from the drug store to go out in the Monday mail.
That’s the beauty of Oklahoma. Talented people, willing to share the love. That’s how we found our photographer for this week. George Thomas is a resident of Stillwater and was referred to us by Michael Stano, our featured artist last week.
Several months ago I was cooking breakfast for the kids. It was a weekday morning before school and my wife was getting ready for work. Kind of an oddity, I suppose, around our house (my wife is a chef) but on weekdays it is either me or my son who cooks breakfast. I suppose we…
“Mary’s playing bridge with Virginia Pulaski tonight, Mary’s going shopping with Virginia Pulaski after church today” It wasn’t mean, though. He kind of sung it. Sing-song. In hindsight, it seems obvious he knew about the affair–he seemed to approve even…but, somehow the way he said it made it clear he was an obvious “other” in the relationship.
When highlighting Oklahomans for our Silent Sunday series, I’m always amazed at the variety of backgrounds covered by those who are also excellent photographers. Such is the case with Judge Michael Stano, or…Michael Stano the photographer, of Stillwater. I like signing into his “Zenfolio” website just to hear the relaxing threads of music accompanying me…
Paper Flower is another opportunity created by Brent Green and his partner to influence yet another international concern. Another way for possibly millions (what if it were 40 million?) of people to think about the stress or strain young girls go through when considering the pay-offs and the costs of entering into a compensated dating agreement.