The grave of “Chief” Sapulpa, the Creek Indian man who settled in this area after the Creeks were removed from Alabama. He and his family are buried in this simple cemetery nearly hidden among 1970s development.
My Great-great grandma Lula Mae, an Indian Territory beauty, who lost her first husband (and father of her son, Jesse, my great-Grandfather) but found love again with a local businessman who’s name still graces the building of his mattress factory.
Robbie and I visit a friend’s tame buffalo at her farm out near Beggs, Oklahoma. I can now say I’ve received sloppy buffalo kisses (anyone have some hand sanitizer?)
What the oil boom looked like here in Oklahoma about 1910. This is when one side of my family came here— looking for their wealth in oil. We’re still lookin!
My modern day downtown takes on a look of the past when put into black and white
It’s been a fun project for sure. It’s also made me more aware of the fact that people just dont learn about the history of many of our states— we learn to about the Revolutionary War, perhaps the Civil War, but things like the Western Migration, the promise and pitfalls of ‘manifest destiny’, the fate of the Native Americans as their land was taken piece by piece….these are all the stories that lurk within many of our pasts.
I am a lover of history, and story above all. I love that we all have a ‘story.’ Every place has a story. And they don’t have to be forgotten 🙂
May you stumble upon some intriguing and wonderful stories for 2015— can’t believe January is almost over!!!