My hometown was a little place in central Oklahoma called Seminole. Though I was born in Duncan, Oklahoma, we moved to Seminole the summer I turned six. In fact, we celebrated my birthday sitting on drawers turned on their end around a big cardboard box with the ONLY store-bought birthday cake I ever had on it.
Seminole was an “oil boom town” that, at one point, produced more oil than anywhere else in the world. But in the beginning, When Oklahoma Territory and Indian Territory merged to become the U.S. state of Oklahoma in 1907, there were 206 residents. But with the discovery of a high-producing oil well in the city in 1926, Seminole transformed from a town of 854 to a boom town of 25,000 to 30,000 residents. (Wikipedia reference.)
The streets were so muddy, travel was hard, but they managed. Finally, they paved the streets with bricks—and those bricks are still there to this very day! As you can see, this mud was something else, and it was not going away.
Seminole was in competition with Wewoka to become the county seat of Seminole County, but Wewoka won out. They were our arch-rivals in high school sports competitions, too. Here’s a picture of the high school where I attended—we were the Seminole Chieftains, and at every sporting event, one of the town elders said a prayer over the loud speaker in English, and then repeated it in the Seminole language, as well, before we started. This lovely old building was abandoned for many years, but has recently been bought and is under renovations. The newspaper clipping shows the school in 1930, when it was new. See the architectural arrowheads around the top? These were later removed as they had begun to crumble and fall. I was in school there in the 1970’s, and by then, the arrowheads were gone.
I was so lucky to get to move there just as I turned six and start school at Woodrow Wilson Elementary School. The school was only a couple of blocks from my house, and I could walk or ride my bike, most days.
Our neighborhood was filled with kids, and as luck would have it, another little girl, only one year older than I, moved in about three houses down on the opposite side of the street the very same week we moved. Her name was Jane, and she and I became fast friends. Both of us had much older siblings and were so lonely for a playmate—and now, we had one another! Here we are in my sandbox on a fall day, when I was 8 and Jane was 9.
The principal’s assistant at our elementary school, Mary Jo Edgmon, was the sister of folk singer Woody Guthrie. One of my enduring memories was how, in the mornings, sometimes our teacher would put the intercom on so it could be heard in the office, and our class would start the day with a couple of songs—we’d sing a lot of Woody Guthrie songs. So many times, at the end of our song performance, Mrs. Edgmon would say, “That is so beautiful! I wish my brother could hear you all singing his songs. It would mean the world to him.” Sadly, by that point in time, Woody Guthrie was in the final stages of Huntington’s Disease that eventually claimed his life. So often, I’ve wished I’d looked her up as an adult and spoken with her about him.
Growing up, going to the movie theater was a huge part of our entertainment. For a while, we had three movie theaters, but by the time I was old enough to go by myself, there was only one. This was such a small, safe town, our parents would take us down and drop us off at the theater with money for a snack (usually about $1.00–you could get a huge dill pickle for $.10, popcorn for $.15, or a candy bar for $.25, and cokes were about $.25, as well) and $.10 for the pay phone at the nearby drugstore when the movie let out. We were all about 9 or 10 when we were deemed old enough to behave ourselves without parents along, and what a milestone that was! Can’t tell you how many James Bond movies we all went to watch (none of us understanding what in the heck was going on, it just meant a lot to all be together and say we’d seen that movie!)
As we got older, the theater would close in the summer time and ONLY the drive-in theater would be open. BOO-HOO! What did we do? We drove over to nearby Shawnee, which was a little bigger than Seminole, and went to the movies there. But sometimes, of course, the drive-in movie was the best option.
Time passed, our lives taken up with school activities, band, piano lessons, dance lessons, and lots of socializing, of course. In the summers, Seminole merchants hosted a CRAZY DAYS sale, where they put out their sale goods on the sidewalk and we could all just walk and look to hearts’ content, with a bit of money in our pocket to buy something we might not be able to live without.
The library was another wonderful haven–it was housed in an old building that was accessed by a stairway. The head librarian was an older woman named Miss Goldie. She climbed those stairs every day and always had a smile for us kids. It was cool in the library and a wonderful place to be able to go and spend time while our parents were shopping or at the beauty shop or the do-it-yourself dry cleaners.
In August 1970, Seminole hosted its first All-Night Gospel Singing. During its heyday an estimated twenty-five thousand people attended the annual event. I honestly do not remember this–probably because we were caught up in so many other activities. By that time, I was thirteen years old. The Viet Nam war was raging and both my brothers-in-law were in the service, so we did have our worries.
One of our exciting hobbies on those Friday and Saturday nights was to borrow the family car and “make the drag” downtown. This included driving past our NEW SONIC DRIVE IN, where we could pull in (if there was a parking space available) and order the most wonderful food and drinks ever. The founder of the Sonic Drive-In chain, Troy N. Smith, was from Seminole.
This was our view of Main Street, Seminole, Oklahoma, during the ’60’s – ’70’s. All these stores are gone now, with the advent of malls within driving distance, and of course, Amazon. I have not been back to Seminole in many years, but from what I hear, there are few of these individual stores left operating.
In the summer of 1974, my dad got transferred to West Virginia, and we had to move. I was very lucky–most oil field engineers got moved around a lot more often, but I had been able to go to school in the same place ever since first grade through my junior year. Now…we had to go. To say I was heartbroken is an understatement. I loved my life there–my school, my classmates and friends, all the local “haunts” we’d frequent, and I knew moving for that last year of school was going to be horrible. I was not wrong. LOL But I got through it, and still have so many good friends from my growing up years in Seminole.
I think the biggest “hoe-down” times must have happened back in the 1920’s and 1930’s, on into the 1940’s–when Seminole was a huge, prosperous oilfield town. There are so many stories of things that happened back then –it had to have been such a raw and wild time, especially coming so soon after statehood (1907).
A short “aside” story: Our house in Seminole was between two HUGE mansions that were built back in the heyday of the oil boom. In one house lived the widow of a prominent attorney, and in the other, the widow of one of the oil tycoons. They were in their late 80’s when we moved to Seminole in 1963–and were probably two of the only people left who could remember Seminole as it was in those old days. They would not speak to one another! I’ve so often thought about how hard it must be to have someone who had shared knowledge and memories of a time and place no one else around you had, yet, dislike them so that you wouldn’t even talk to them or reminisce with them. A real pity! But perhaps those oil boom “hoe-down” days were too much, too painful, to remember for them somehow.
By the time we moved there in 1963, there were still many operational rigs nearby, but those wild and woolly days of the “boom town” were over. This is a picture of the train depot for the Rock Island line. It was at the end of Main Street. Just look at the throngs of people here–this was during the oil boom.
Do you have any particular childhood memories, good or bad, that stand out for you to this day? One of mine was learning to ride a bike BAREFOOT and cutting my foot open so that I had to go get stiches! My dad couldn’t stand the sight of blood and he was driving like crazy to get us to the hospital. It was a holiday weekend–4th of July, I think. My mom was trying to just keep calm for everyone. I was 6 or so. what do I remember most? The tension in that car. LOL What about you?
(NOTE: I do not own any of these pictures other than the one of me with Jane in the sandbox. All credit to the respective owners and I’m not sure who they are.)
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What wonderful memories.
I remember riding on the back of a bike my older cousin was pedaling. My foot got too close to the spokes, and my heel was cut open. I had to get stitches.
Denise, there is no telling HOW many kids had something like that happen while riding a bike barefoot. You know, after that happened to me, my mom made me wear shoes every time I was going to ride my bike–and not just flip-flops! LOL
It’s amazing we survived all the injuries. Lol
It really is! I saw a meme on FB the other day that said something like, “I died once when I was seven but my mom just told me to “walk it off”…” LOLLOL That’s about the truth of it.
I grew up on a small farm. I can remember climbing into the hay loft of the barn to read my books.
Janice,, that would have been a wonderful place to read! I had 4 big elm trees that bordered our yard beside the street, and I would climb up there with a book and sit in the tree and read. My daughter inherited that from me! LOL
My hometown was small when I lived there but the area that “fed” into the high school had 3 elementary schools and the middle school that was next to the high school. My Dad went to the schools also. The town has grown with all the new developments going in but still has only 2 lanes for driving. It’s surrounded by farmland. Too small for a library so the Book Mobile came once a week. I loved that thing. No movie theater either nor drive-in. Population is still too small to call it a city. I’ve been in the area all my life.
Carrie, I remember we had a Bookmobile that came to our school once, and what a wonderful experience. We could only go in a few at a time, and some of the books were for sale. I remember buying a couple of them, and it seems like after that we started having the Scholastic Book Fairs at the school every year, which was just so fabulous. I spent every dime of my allowance on those books, and of course, Mom and Dad helped out if there were more than what I had money for. LOL
I was born in Phoenix, AZ. My Mom was a medical secretary at the State Hospital (she was well acquainted with Winnie Ruth Judd) and she and my biological father divorced when I was a baby. She married my Dad (who adopted me) when I was 3 and the moving began! My Dad was a USAF fighter pilot and we moved a lot! We did move back to Phoenix after a 3 year tour in Peru, and I actually got to finish high school here. I have many great memories but one that stands out is learning to ride – on a cow! My Dad’s parents ran a dairy farm and Susie was the cow’s name. I did eventually move back here to Arizona and am here still.
Karin…Riding a cow made me laugh because where I went to grade school there was a cow right over the fence and we’d take dares to climb over and sit on it. I wouldn’t call what we did riding but it was fun and of course not allowed although we managed to do it when the teacher stuck with yard duty went to the lounge for a cigarette.
Rachel, y’all were DARING KIDS! LOL I can just see everyone looking over their shoulders to see if the teacher was headed back that way. LOL Funny!
Oh, my lord, Karin! How scary that your mom knew her well–I bet everyone was shocked when all the details of the murders came out. (And were glad it was not them!) Gosh, I bet you have lived a LOT of places! My cousins moved a lot like that, too, as their dad was in the USAF–they lived so many places and I thought that was so glamorous, but later realized how hard it must have been to have to keep moving around all the time. Glad you got to come back to Phoenix! Learning to ride on a cow made me laugh! I love cows and horses, and always begged my dad for a horse of my own–we lived in town and there was “no place to put him” he’d say. And then follow that up with, “Our back yard is so small, Cheryl. He wouldn’t be happy back there.” Well, of course, that was the end of the argument, for a while, anyhow! LOL
I grew up in a small town but the little community next to us was so small that they still had a one-room schoolhouse for first through sixth grade in the 60s.
Rhonda, my husband went to school in a one-room school house in his early years of grade school. –That was in the late ’50’s – early ’60’s. My elementary school went through grade 6 and we had two classrooms for each grade with about 18-20 kids in each room. Seminole had grown during those early years, and was still pretty vibrant at that time. There was another elementary school too, that was the same size.
I grew up from 3rd grade to graduation in a small town in upstate New York. My best memories were of days spent at the swimming pool. We had one of the biggest pools in the state, built during the WPA era. It was so big it didn’t have a filter. They would close the pool every Monday, drain it Sunday night, and fill it from the creek next to it all day Monday. Sometimes a fish would get into the pool. I would walk or ride my bike to the pool at 10 am for swimming lessons, take a lunch and stay all day, then go back after supper. I am a redhead so I had a lot of sunburns and often had to wear a t shirt over my bathing suit. When I was 16, my first job was as a lifeguard at this pool. Swimming is still my favorite summertime activity and I have a 30 foot above ground pool in my backyard. There is something special about growing up in small town America where you know your neighbors and everyone looks out for each other.
Oh, my gosh, Elaine! What a great memory! We had a big municipal pool at the municipal park and also, I forgot to mention that in the smaller parks scattered around town, each one had a small kiddie pool that they filled up and emptied every single day in the summer–I’m sure there was no filter on those, and believe me you would not want to go swimming in that with all those kids that came more than one day without clean water. LOL I bet you did have a lot of sunburns–my cousin was a redhead, and they lived in California, and she had to be careful of her skin, too. We have a pool now, too, and sure do love it. The kids are grown and gone, but I was so happy to have that for them when they were young–they are both good swimmers and started learning when they were toddlers.
i grew up in a small town that when you walked down the street you were sure to meet someone you knew. I was hard to keep any secrets because a lot of people went to the same doctors or used the same drug store to get their prescriptions filled. One of my fav memories were the picnics at the local pool. They had a lovely picnic area and it was rare we would have my dad on a nice summer days to picnic and swim. I wish we had more of those days as a kid. Thanks for sharing your memoires with us.
Yes, same here, Kathleen! My sisters and I never went out of the house for errands or anything with curlers in our hair or without makeup on. LOL You never knew who you were going to meet out there! LOL Now that you mention picnics, you reminded me of how sometimes our family would go to a local park after church and take a picnic lunch and eat there. We didn’t do it often, because my dad’s work schedule was so crazy, but I do remember doing it a few times.
I grew up in a small town about 900 people. We would downtown with the dog and everyone knew her even if they didn’t know us. I also remember walking home after a school dance by myself (about 10 blocks) in the dark. The only thing I was afraid of were the bats that flew around the lights. I wouldn’t dream of doing that today, it wouldn’t be safe.
Karijean, that is funny that everyone knew your dog, even if they didn’t know you. LOL When you talked about walking home after a school dance by yourself, it reminded me of that scene in To Kill a Mockingbird where Scout is walking home alone with her ham costume on and gets attacked. Like you, we all ran all over the place even after dark if we were all together, but I was not scared to go short distances by myself at night, and like you say, it was safe then. Not now.
Good morning Cheryl! What great memories! I had a few childhood friends and a few I still stay in touch with to this day! I’m sure we had some scrapes my brothers and I. I remember us riding our bikes everywhere. But, I loved us sitting around the pecan tree shade shucking corn and playing the game,”Who’s car is next?” We would take turns as the cars went by who was that car. We laughed when one of us got an “old jollopee” To me, that was the life and wonderful memories!
I enjoyed your hometown memories Cheryl! Many best wishes to you!
Tracy, us kids lived on our bikes, too. And we rode everywhere in a pack. LOL Yes, these days, you wonder what kids are doing out alone late like that in the evenings, and if they are smaller, same here, the parents are with them. When my son was young he had no sense of direction. He had a friend over in an adjoining neighborhood and wanted to ride over to his house, and he got lost. A policeman who had a daughter the same age as my son and his friend saw Casey just kind of sitting, bewildered on his bike, and asked if he was lost. He brought him home. After that, Casey learned directions like nobody’s business. As he got older, he would have friends who called him if they were lost, ANYWHERE–not even in Oklahoma City, but in some of the smaller nearby towns, and he could tell them exactly where they were and what then needed to do to get home. LOL I was so proud of him because he went from no sense of direction to being like a “Map man” or something. LOL
Many was the day we would shuck corn in the summer, too. I wasn’t crazy about it, but I sure did love it in the winter when we were able to put it up and freeze it and have it later on in the year. LOL
Oh, man, so very many memories!! We would go visit relatives most summers in NW GA. We’d always take a walk from my uncle’s house to the little store across the street from the church my relatives attended and buy Coke in glass bottles and packets of peanuts we’d pour in the bottles. Nothing was better on a hot summer day than a cold bottle of Coke with peanuts in it!
I totally agree about the peanuts and Coke! YES! We had vending machines at school in the gym, and after PE, many of us would flock to those machines and buy peanuts and Coke to have during our break between classes. Soooooo good!
I have a lot of memories from when we lived in Grand Island, NE before we moved to our family farm in Wyoming when I was 6. My favorite memories are from the farm. We never lacked for things to keep us occupied.
Barbara, I think a farm would be an idyllic place to live if you were a kid in so many ways. So much to learn and do! My husband has different views on that since he actually was raised on a farm–he was not “bent” that way–not interested in growing stuff or gardening of any kind, and of course, being a boy, he had a lot of chores that were not “idyllic” in the least. He was one of the older kids so always had to be the one to kill the chicken for Sunday dinner. He will not eat chicken to this very day.
Oh Cheryl, I had a similar experience. I fell and cut my hand on a hiking outing with my Dad and siblings when I was about 7 years old. Dad drove like a manic to the hospital and my sister was crying the whole way. omg what a day that was! It was a small cut, but did require stitches ;o) Mom had stayed home that day so she missed all the excitement!
BTW, great history and really enjoyed the photo’s. Thanks for sharing!
Lynn, so glad you enjoyed the post–I sure had fun putting it together, too! Your dad was probably beside himself since your mom was not with you when you had your poor little cut hand. My dad probably would have gone home and gotten my mom to hold everything together. LOL Oh, I cut my hand really bad when we jumped over the fence from the park to the cemetery one day, too. I put my hand down when I jumped on a big shard of a broken beer bottle. The ER just told my mom to “tape it together” and I didn’t get stitches, but I really did need them. It was deep. Still have that scar.
Thank you for sharing the history of your hometown… I have never been to the SW of the USA so I found it interesting! The photo of you & your friend was sweet & cute.
Abbie, so glad you enjoyed the post. There were SO many other pictures I wanted to include, but that post would have been a mile long if I had. LOL I find those pictures of the oil boom days fascinating, especially since I lived there later and can remember some of those places from when I grew up.
I enjoyed reading about your town and growing up there, such a different time. Now if we see a kid walking down the street alone we wonder what’s wrong. If they’re out riding a bike in my area the parents are usually right behind and bringing up the rear. My own kids walked to school but I see that’s changed and I assume it happened because the traffic is horrible. On the major streets in my city there are THREE left turn lanes and you’d be anxious knowing your child has to cross about 13-14 lanes of traffic, they’re wider than the freeways!
Hi Rachel, my kids didn’t live close enough to walk to school, and had to ride a bus or I took them. As they got older, I took them more and more since there was so much happening on the bus and the bus driver can only do so much. They had so many after school activities it was just better for me to pick them up and we could get on with our day, too. That is crazy about the traffic where you live! OH MY GOSH. I would lose my mind with that going on. We have two left turn lanes and still people will come right over into the other lane. Yeah, I could not let my kid walk across that many lanes of traffic, for sure!
I lived in a small town and walked to elementary school and rode the bus to the high school. My husband , my kids, and my grandkids all went to the same high school. I still have 3 grandkids attending the school now. We would swim in the lake or play baseball in the neighbors yard. We ride our bikes everywhere.
Wow, Linda! That is so cool that so many in your family have such a deep tradition with your hometown and have lived there for so long! I miss living in a small town, in many respects. I like the convenience of a bigger city like Oklahoma City is, but I really do miss the “old days” of living in a small place that was safer and more compact.
I, too, cut my heel riding my bike barefoot. I didn’t have to have stitches thankfully. With Memorial Day this week I have been thinking about my hometown. The annual parade was held on Memorial Day followed by a ceremony at the high school ball field. A sophomore girl would recite “In Flanders Fields” and a sophomore boy would recite the Gettysburg Address. I was the chosen girl my sophomore year and I still remember the yellow flocked dress I wore that day. Gold Star Mothers were also an important part of the ceremony along with American Legion members.
How hard it must have been for you to be the new kid in school your senior year. Thanks for sharing your hometown memories.
Alice, I wish we’d had more of that kind of tradition in our schools for those holidays, but it was so hot here in Oklahoma, and none of my schools were air-conditioned, so they tried to fix the calendar where we would be out of school for the summer by Memorial Day–just to be able to survive. LOL My family had two metal box fans that we used in our house, and my dad would load up one of those fans every school day and drive me to school and take the fan out and hook it up where the teacher wanted it, so our class could have that, at least. In the afternoons, he’d pick me up and take the fan, because we would need it that night at home, and do the same thing the next day. I am thinking that fans much have been out of of a teacher’s range to be able to buy for the classroom, but back in that day, virtually no one had central heat and air.
Oh, yes, being the new girl in school my senior year was really really hard. I didn’t join band, and that had always been a huge part of my life, and instead of taking piano lessons, I began to teach them. So life changed in other ways, too, and in a way, it was just a signal of my adult life beginning a bit earlier than I wished. I was one of the youngest in my class, too, so that didn’t help–my birthday is in July, and the cutoff for enrollment was December 31 back then. Lots of growing up to do in a hurry!
Love this! Thanks so much for sharing your childhood with us! I’m sad for you that you had to spend your last year of school away from all the kids you grew up with. As an Army brat I seldom spent two years in a row at the same school, and many years we moved so often I went to several different schools–three first grades and I had to be tutored in reading, so they’d let me into second grade! So your own schooling has a fairytale quality to it for me. Wonderful memories for you (but mine are terrific, too–just different!).
Elissa, yes, when it happened, I thought it was the end of the world. I begged my parents to let me stay there with a friend and of course they would not hear of it–but some kids’ parents did that, and I thought that would be the perfect fix. LOL As I got older, I realized that it hadn’t been as terrible as some kids had it (like my cousins whose dad was in the USAF and they moved A LOT). Maturity put a better perspective on it, but when it was happening, I thought it was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. LOL I can’t even imagine having three first grades! That had to be the worst!
My dad was in the navy when I was born, then he went to school on the GI bill. We lived in Waterford and Troy, NY during that time. I remember Troy the most. I was in first grade. The house we rented was directly across the street from a fire department. I remember spending time in the summer sitting with the firemen outside the big door, talking with them and watching them play checkers. We were so lucky we lived there. The house was heated by a coal furnace in the basement. One night, my dad over filled it and the door didn;t shut properly. In the middle of the night, he felt off and went to the first floor to sleep on the sofa. All the bedrooms were on the second floor. At some time a bit later the baby woke up crying. My mom found two of us passed out in the hallway, and one in bed. She called out to my dad. He ran to the fire station and they came over, brought us all downstairs and opened all the windows. If the baby had not cried out, we would have all died of carbon monoxide poisoning. All I remember is sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, having to drink warm milk. I’m not sure, but I think they were trying to make us throw up. To this day, I won’t drink warm milk.
The library has always been my favorite place and refuge. In second grade, we moved back to my parents’ home town. What I remember most for the rest of my school years including college is the library. From maybe fourth grade through seventh grade, nearly every Saturday I would walk the mile and a half to town and spend the whole day in the library. We moved during seventh grade to the next town over. I would often get permission to ride the detention bus home so I could spend the after school hours in the library, either doing homework or reading. In college, I would spend my time when not in class at the library. Most of the time I would be doing homework or research. I am the oldest of six children and there was never enough quiet time at home to seriously study.
When our children were in school, I volunteered in the school libraries. I volunteered in the local library when I could. I finally got a job as a children’s librarian and loved every minute of it. I am a member of the Friends Of The Library in our town and enjoy helping out when I can.
Sorry, I did it again – rambling on. I enjoyed your post. It brought up many good, and some not so good, memories.
Patricia, you have had such an interesting life, and continue to do so! I would love to have worked in a library! that old library there in Seminole was a relic when I was growing up–no telling how long it had been there, already, and I think Miss Goldie must have worked there her entire life, and she was probably in her mid-late 70’s by the time we were able to be “turned loose” in a library on our own on Saturdays. My mom used to drop me off there when she would go to the beauty shop. The beauty shop was only about 3-4 blocks away, so if I got ready to leave before she came for me, I would go down those steps with my arms laden (we were allowed to check out 7 books at a time) and walk down to the beauty shop. Thought nothing of it. Even on those hot summer Oklahoma days. LOL I can only imagine how being at home with so many younger siblings was not any place to study. I used to long for younger brothers and sisters–I was the younges and my sisters were gone by the time I was 8–off to college. But my hubby, like you, came from a large family and loves his solitude.
What a story about the furnace! OH MY GOSH. That was a VERY close call for your entire family. I know your dad had to feel horrible about that, but mistakes happen. Just so glad the baby cried and your mom got up and realized something was wrong. That is really scary to think of!
You made me smile! I LOVE “rambling” responses and emails. I really do–and I write them, too! LOL Thanks for stopping by.
Before my parents bought their first house we rented a house in Wash., D.C. The back (or maybe side) yard was so steep my dad had to lower the lawn mower using a rope. He must’ve been careful because he never got injured (and we knew to stay out of harm’s way). I got myself injured messing around in the unfinished basement of our next house. After seeing acrobats and trapeze artists at the circus, I was playing that I was doing something similar. This was probably about age 5 or 6; I tried to balance empty glass baby food jars on my shoulders. Luckily my cut didn’t need stitches.
WOW, Mary! That side yard your poor dad had to mow sounds like a BEAR. I bet he dreaded that like no other! Oh, my goodness–the glass baby food jars. What an imagination you had! I’m glad it wasn’t a serious injury. Isn’t it funny what we think up to do as kids and never give one thought to what “might” happen? So glad you stopped by!