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I Remember When . .
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Flagstones |
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Times
were tough, money short, so what could we do to get flour, sugar, salt and
other things we did not grow. Well, we had lots of flag stones on the
side of a hill on the farm. Dad hooked the mules to the wagon and off we
go. He would walk ahead of the team driven by Mom, I would run and find
stones that were good size and flat. When we turned them up to be loaded,
sometimes a tarantula would greet us. Being barefoot, it would send me
scampering away. He sold the stones, and later, helped put them on the
sides of a building in Holdenville, Ok. The old house is still there in
the north side of town on highway 48. Dad was good with sizing the stones
to fit. |