by rakeeter Tositoya
as told to Montie McBride Rockwell
Tositoya was a little white boy with an Indian name. Tositoya is the Indian name for “White Chief.” When Abigail Stringer came west from Indiana to help in an Indian school in Fort Sill, Indian Territory, she met Dave McBride from Illinois and as you people do, the young couple married, and as the years went by three sons were born to them, Robert (Tositoya), William and Amos. Continue reading “Tositoya”
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by rakeeter The Story of Montie Gertrude McBride Rockwell
by Montie Rockwell
I was born on February 6, 1886 at Doan’s Crossing, Texas, fifteen miles north of Vernon, Texas, where the long drive of longhorn cattle crossed the Red River going north to market from north (sic) Texas and Mexico. In those days there were no trucks or cars. Everything was done on a horse, on foot, or by horse-drawn vehicles. The cowboy’s life was anything but a bed of roses! On those long drives there was drought, floods, lightning and thunderstorms to frighten the cattle, making them stampede. Only by going to the front of the here or line and getting the cattle to circling could the boys get the cattle to bunch up and settle down. Boys even lost their lives in the operation. Continue reading “Montie’s story”
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Well, not just on SA, of course. I suspect it’s all over town, if not the county. Shoot, for all I know the entire Panhandle is blanketed. Cold, too. About 10° this morning. It’s forecast to be in the 60’s next week. It has been cold since we got back from Garland but I braved the cold Tuesday afternoon to take down the outdoor Christmas decorations. Yesterday Joyce and I disassembled the indoor decorations and now have everything stowed in the attic until next fall. Continue reading “Snow on SA”
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Sunday we enjoyed an evening performance of Christmas in the Hood 2016 by The Hood Mass Choir at the Globe News Center. While enjoying our Saturday bagel we overheard conversation about the performance and thought it sounded interesting. Joyce phoned her buddy Phyllis who thought it would be something she and Gary would like to attend so we did. Donnell Hill led the choir while playing the piano and keyboard. They put on quite a performance and there was the usual audience participation. One of the high points was a rendition of Silent Night arranged by the Temptations. There were between 40 and 50 people in the choir, about 25% men. It was the men who go by the Hood Mass Men Ensemble who performed that number. There were a number of other soloists and all could really belt it out. It was well worth the price of admission which was only $5. When we went to the ticket window to get tickets, we were handed four tickets that had been previously purchased but someone had just returned because they couldn’t attend. There was a no-refund policy and, since the tickets had already been paid for, we weren’t charged. Merry Christmas. Continue reading “Hood mass”