"Bringing Our Pioneer Spirit of Yesterday Forward Into Tomorrow"
"Bringing Our Pioneer Spirit of Yesterday Forward Into Tomorrow"
Aunt Edith was a small woman in stature but her love and compassion for others could not be measured. She never tired in doing for other people whether it was cooking delicious meals, cleaning, cutting hair, or just giving a hug and saying ” I love you honey, come by and visit soon.” I was a recipient many times as a child of her unselfish love.
In the spring of 1956 or 1957, she made an ugly duckling feel (more…)
In the months prior to our 2010 CARR REUNION, I discovered many lost or forgotten treasures as I searched for photos or stories to go in our family album. Some of these treasures have brought smiles and laughter and some have evoked tears. One “treasure” that I found among my Mama’s pictures and keepsakes was a tribute to “Old Ader”, their mule and a photo of Mama Carr with Old Ader. I’ll (more…)
One hot sultry Saturday in the summer of 1946 two sisters, Lucille and Peggy faced a bathtub full of mustard greens. Walter and Lucille’s garden had flourished.
With the attitude that “nothing should go to waste”, Walter and (more…)
Administrator’s note — In pulling this over from the old site I lost who wrote this. I believe it was either Angela or Buffy. Perhaps someone can set me straight.
I was luck
y to be blessed with two of the most amazing women in the world as Grandmothers! Unfortunately, in November 2004, I lost the first one and that was one the most devastating blows I thought I would ever suffer. That was until March 2008 when I lost the other one. Nancy Irene Schulze was one of the most amazing women I had (more…)
Now that I am older, I recognize Aunt Peggy as kind, gentle, woman. However, when I was little she put the fear of Peggy into me. You might even say she “terrorized” me.
I remember staying with her one summer in Ohio. Since she was one (more…)
Another story for the grandkids…about grandkids. 
When my son (David Bryan Rush) was around 3 or so we were all at my mother’s house for dinner. My mother is very strict about manners and all the grandkids knew that unquestionably. They all tried their darnedest (at least at that point in their young lives) to avoid a run in with Grandma about manners. My son burps, and we all look at him expecting an “excuse me”. He looks back at us and says, “It was the burp bird in my pocket.” What you do after that?
I’m told Mama Carr had a bit of a temper, but I only recall really seeing it a couple times. The primary time being when Rudy Woodard decided he was going to be a “bull rider”.
The old house that Mama Carr lived in off of 69 Highway had a pasture attached to it. There was a pear tree in the middle of the pasture that I remember being exceptional good for climbing, and (more…)
I am flooded with many, many happy childhood memories at Mama Carr’s house. There were always swarms of cousins, screams and laughter, heaps and heaps of good food, and “the Aunts” were everywhere.
Because there was no T.V., we children, entertained ourselves. Occasionally though, (more…)
Yesterday, I went down to the Checotah cemetery to put flowers on our families’ graves. When I got to where Mama, Papa, Grandma Austin and Tommy are buried, I could see that there was a man sitting on Mama’s headstone. (more…)
At approximately 5:00 p.m. on Tuesday, September 14, 1933,
in a dilapidated farmhouse a few miles out in the country from Warner/Porum my 42 year old mother gave birth to me, her 11th child and ninth daughter. It had been six years since the birth of child number ten, my sister Peggy, and it had been both the assumption (because of Mama’s age) and the fervent hope of the whole family that there would be no more children. Needless to say, I was not exactly a welcome addition. (more…)