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Great Stories about growing up in the Horntown, Oklahoma area!

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The Lost Pilot

     In the summer time, as with most country kids, my brother & I stayed by ourselves while our parents worked. Most of the time Dad was just out in the fields, but we were pretty much on our own. One day Sandy and Cindy Hull, who lived across from the schoolhouse, decided to pay us a visit. They started out in that old paneled station wagon of theirs and headed our way. They made it almost to our turn in place before the old wagon bit the dust. Rick and I got our tractor and was going to pull them and see if we could get it going again.   (more on the old wood paneled wagon)
     We took off on the old tractor and had just got to the wagon when we heard an airplane overhead. It looked like it was going to land in our meadow. We were scared to death and could envision all sorts of bad things happening. We made Rickey and Cindy get into the station wagon and wait while we watched to see what was going to happen.
     The plane landed and the pilot got out and started walking over toward us. By this time, Sandy and I are behind the wagon peeking through the windows. He comes to the fence row and hollers at us, “Where’s the nearest airport?” We all four were speechless by this time and just pointed toward Holdenville. I know he thought we were crazy. Finally we found our voices and told him how many miles it was to Holdenville. Apparently, the wind had blown him off course and he didn’t know where he was. We were certainly relieved. Oh, by the way, we did manage to get the old station wagon going again and the girls got back home before Mr. & Mrs. Hull returned from town none the wiser. I don’t think the girls were supposed to be using the station wagon.
Eulene (Noblett) Teakell, Class of 1960

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