If you’re ever traveling through Camargo and need a soft peppermint, you know where to go. And, if you lost a batch a greeting cards, Mary may still be holding them for you.
Showcasing Red Dirt culture ~ authored and managed by contributors with connections to the great state of Oklahoma.
If you’re ever traveling through Camargo and need a soft peppermint, you know where to go. And, if you lost a batch a greeting cards, Mary may still be holding them for you.
He said that the Oklahomans who left that area for California during the Great Depression “left in the middle of the night because they were ashamed to show their faces.”
In the light of our recent event in Orlando, and the subsequent politically charged discourse, I thank God for places like Vici, Oklahoma. A place where high school students can have a high school life. Where they can find their way. Where they can realize they live in a fairly quiet town. And where they can openly appreciate all those things.
Perhaps it’s because she can comically joke about an area brothel going out of business and in the same breath pledge her allegiance to the place where she was born, raised, and will most likely die.
Our family had lost my grandmother only three weeks prior to this run. That moment in our life, intersecting with wheat harvest and an elder in overalls brought back memories of not only my grandmother cooking meals during harvest, but of my grandpa who died six years prior. And, my other grandparents who had passed during my late adolescent and emerging adulthood years.