Friendship Corner

On Wednesday, Cora and I went to Meemaw's (Jake's mom's mom) to sew a bit more. After lunch, we went to get the mail on the mule (I'll leave you guessing). It ended up being a trip through the pasture, which turned into a trip through area around their roads and crossing the train tracks twice. When we were almost home, I asked her about the Indian Cemeteries. She said they were out in Oak Grove near where she grew up, and she would show me. It was a day full of one adventure after another.

This is the note she left Peepaw.

Do you see the pole at the far right in this photo? That was where her house was. She said her mom, Goldie, never swept the inside of the house, but she would go out and sweep the yard. Her dad was a crop farmer on a peanut farm.

This was down the road from her house. The Deer driveway goes off to the left, and the road infront used to continue over a creek. If it rained, the creek would rise, so her friends on the other side would stay at her house, or she at theirs until the water went down.

This was at the opposite end of her street. 'They' called it "Friendship Corner" because it was in the middle of friends' houses and the school. They would meet there to play.
Friend Corner Intersection

This is the sign marking the Indian Cemetery. (Just west of Friendship Corner.) The difference is that little houses are built over the graves.

But not all of them. This woman was 115 years old.

This was a shortcut home from school. They would pass to the right of the tree and go up the hill in the distance. In Winter, Meemaw's brother would carry her on his shoulders through the snow. She didn't have shoes suitable for walking in snow, and he would tie sacks around his feet, so he was more protected.

This was where her school was. The front was near the tree to the far left, and it ran parallel to the road. Mrs. Jackson was their teacher. She would bring a bottle of Coke to school for lunch. In the winter she put it out in the snow to keep it cold. Some of the boys (Meemaw's brother included) would go and shake it up so it would fizz out when she opened it.

Meemaw took us to a second cemetery past Holdenville Lake. It is where her grandparents are burried and one of their children are burried.

We found their son, who died when he was 12 after being struck by lightning, but we couldn't find the stones marking their graves. She said it was similar to Roylee's stone. She thinks they've gone back into the ground.

We went back home and watched Cops, one of Meemaw's regular programs, then we made dinner and had dessert.
Peepaw thought Cora would like an Eskimo Pie. She did.

He enjoyed one as well.

We went out and about again after dinner and Cora's bath. This picture is a little blurry, but I love it. She was reaching out her hand to me because she was afraid to step off the patio into the grass. I know she won't always need my help.

This was also the night Cora discovered the moon. She went out on the lawn, said something profound and pointed up.

Goodnight Moon.


  1. heeheee..Hunter puts his hand straight up to go down stairs, step onto the grass or rocks or if the ground looks a little unsteady. I love it! How old is Cora?

  2. Cora is 17 months (2/15/08).

  3. Fun adventure! I really enjoyed the photos, especially of the Indian cemetary. How interesting those little houses are.

    PS I have those same Lund cheeks. I not sold on them yet either. But my kids enjoy pinching them!

  4. Brie,
    This is the first time I have read your blog and I had to tell you some more background on this post (friendship corner). The photo you showed where the house used to be, and the road that forked to the left were all pictures of my land where i grew up. The school teacher Mrs. Jackson was my grandmother Gloria Jackson. The school house that you were looking for burned many years ago but the foundation still remains and sits on an overgrown lot just east of the land you took the picture of (my family land as well). It was so weird to be reading your blog and recognize the pics because many of them were on my families land. Loved the post, thanks.

    Dirk O'Donnell

    1. Dirk - I have no idea if you'll ever see this comment, as this is the first time I'm seeing yours, nearly 6 years after you left it! We're going to be in Holdenville this summer, and I can't wait to go look for the foundation of the school.



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