tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post8578203556635160933..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: The Nature Theatre of Oklahoma: A Brief HistoryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43293321340958719642011-01-21T06:41:09.440-08:002011-01-21T06:41:09.440-08:00Je vous remercie, caaya. La véritable mémoire de l...Je vous remercie, caaya. La véritable mémoire de l'histoire est peut-être comme une rivière qui coule autour de chacun, dans nos îles privées ... et la rivière est toujours supérieure à ses îles.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-78003267094966934272011-01-19T09:26:31.183-08:002011-01-19T09:26:31.183-08:00Ce travail de mémoire qu'est le votre est auta...Ce travail de mémoire qu'est le votre est autant remarquable que saisissant... Once more,your posts dedicated to the genuine memory of History, are as remarkable as moving.caayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13245153697736376919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89711751201425338112011-01-16T22:20:05.725-08:002011-01-16T22:20:05.725-08:00Steve, that Denver to Fort Collins strip was alrea...Steve, that Denver to Fort Collins strip was already tractifying in a pretty ugly way during my years in those parts (more than three decades ago now, a mere moment in Developer-Time). The then already extending eastern flats of Boulder did certainly seem saddening in a special American way, representing that great homogenized latterday whiteworld sameness. But at least back then in the late Seventies there were still some empty stretches above and below Longmont, as I recall. Now Berthoud, there was a town I kind of liked (a stop on epic bike adventures, ah yesteryear), with actual mature shade trees on streets of large if plain houses with screened-in front porches, à la the America of another century, & c. So what's the deal now, one long tract strip all the way?<br /><br /><br />And thank you, Elmo, again, for covering your general region for us. A discerning eye on the landscape of the present that also recalls the histories buried below, oh how rare, how precious. There is nothing more beautiful than local knowledge.<br /><br />And yes, I have now corroborated that down there at the end of the Trail of Tears, <a href="http://www.travelok.com/listings/view.profile/id.1465" rel="nofollow">The Choctaw Casino</a> in Broken Bow boasts 461 slots, and on Friday and Saturday nights the gaming goes on until 5 in the morning.<br /><br /><br />And speaking of useful local knowledge, Ron Padgett, our trusty Oklahoma correspondent, reports particular interest in that early photo of the Farmers' Parade in Downtown Coweta, Oklahoma, 1905, due to "personal associations": "I'm pretty sure that my maternal grandparents lived on a farm outside of Coweta about 10 years after this photo was taken." And one of Ron's wife's sisters, as he also says, lived in Broken Arrow, the town whose main street is pictured in the fourth photo <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/after-land-rush-in-nature-theatre.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.<br /><br />Further, on the subject of the land runs (which lies at the heart of this whole series of posts), RP refers us to his memoir of his father: "... take a peek at the appendix dealing with law and order in Oklahoma. The land grab started well before the Land Rush. The US Congress saw to that. But there were some white men who moved into Indian Territory years before the Rush and intermarried with the Indians, started farms, little businesses, and raised families, on a modest scale, of course."<br /><br />You can visit Ron's website to read an excerpt from <a href="http://www.ronpadgett.com/" rel="nofollow">Oklahoma Tough: My Father, King of the Tulsa Bootleggers</a> (U. of Oklahoma Press). It is a vivid account of interesting ways and times, now long gone.<br /><br /><br />(Without opening up some passageways to the present, any consideration, from this distance in time and space, of the history of the land and the peoples upon it -- the great everything that is always a part of the great everything else -- must inevitably remain pretty academic. But thankfully we now have had some contemporary perspectives from informed friends; to whom whom I am indebted.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44631689412840670702011-01-16T18:38:53.905-08:002011-01-16T18:38:53.905-08:00Choctaw country still wild/McCurtain county
Broke...Choctaw country still wild/McCurtain county<br /><br />Broken Bow has a casino<br />end point of The Trail of Tears<br />(the southern branch)Elmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-5354163084662822232011-01-15T09:16:57.340-08:002011-01-15T09:16:57.340-08:00Tom,
Yes, as Curtis says, here too -- "feel ...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, as Curtis says, here too -- "feel it on the pulses." Views of "the American enterprise" continued too, on drive down 25 from Fort Collins to Denver, miles and miles of recently built houses (with attendant traffic) where, someone said, there was nothing there but fields 20 years ago. . . . <br /><br />1.15<br /><br />orange of sky on horizon above blackness<br />of trees, silver of planet beside leaves<br />in foreground, sound of waves in channel<br /><br /> lights still on tree, white<br /> reflections in window<br /><br /> frogs sounding, Orion still, <br /> white of gibbous moon<br /><br />pattern of branches in bright blue sky,<br />shadowed green of ridge across from itSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6762408693352754702011-01-15T06:09:25.851-08:002011-01-15T06:09:25.851-08:00Thanks very much, Curtis.
Putting together this...Thanks very much, Curtis. <br /><br />Putting together this series has been a bit harrowing, in terms both of the labour involved, and perhaps more deeply, of the lessons learned along the way about our buried histories. <br /><br />In a curious fashion that emerged in the course of the research, the story of Oklahoma came to appear a parabolic tale of American enterprise, ruthlessness and greed, writ on a vast canvas that might easily be considered empty... if one overlooks the fact that there were, before the land runs of 1889-1893, Indians living on it. <br /><br />Anyway, I'm encouraged by your saying that you can feel it. There was no other reason for it to happen, really.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-50340203217989279432011-01-15T05:49:53.817-08:002011-01-15T05:49:53.817-08:00This rises and rises, then falls to great depths a...This rises and rises, then falls to great depths and sort of planes out. Words are both insufficient and unnecessary. The Indian Removal map is something I’ve never seen before. It’s horrible, but I recognize that it’s contemporary and part of a history book. The old maps are extremely beautiful, as they always are.<br /><br />You observed the other day that “blogs are meant to be a place for the momentary, not for history. But some things do deserve remembering all the same.”<br /><br />I definitely feel this on the pulses.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com