Another Strange Thing in Oklahoma

I bet you thought I was going to write about our recent earthquakes.  I will soon especially since my hometown is apparently the epicenter.  Denise from Lost City Knits posted this link on the quakes which very informative.

Anyway, today's strange thing is this spider.  She is carrying her babies on her back, ooh gross.  I had to enhance the above photo just so you can see her.  Below is the photo before:

You can barely see her.  I was trying to research this spider, but got creeped out pretty quick.  I'm pretty sure it is a Dolomedes.  They live near water and can glide on the water.  This one was seen on our pond dam when we were checking out the beavers back in September.

That is the homeschool lesson for the day.

Have a great day and if you are in Oklahoma brace yourself for the next quake.

Love,

Territory Mom

The Class of '83 Remembers

My friend Cheryl's birthday is today. She would have been 46 years old, but yesterday was her funeral. One day before her birthday she was laid to rest.

She is survived by her husband, two children, two grandchildren, her parents, her grandparents, her brother, two nieces, many, many relatives and the entire Class of 1983.

She was always so nice. Honestly, you never knew if she was in a bad mood because she was always pleasent. She was a good wife, mother, daughter, granddaughter, and everything else.   It's true that only the good die young.

I'm from the small town of Prague so we had a small class, I think 67. I can't find my yearbook to confirm it.  She was the fourth from our class, the first of us girls and the first from natural causes.  One boy died in a car accident in front of the grocery store one week before our senior year, one died in another car accident on that dangerous curve outside of town and one drowned along with four of his family members.

There is something about losing one of your classmates.  You have this bond like no other.  It's a different emotion.  All those high school memories come rushing back, the good and the bad.  You start wondering whatever happened to so and so.  I wonder if they are on Facebook.

I think this song helps explain my feelings.

We will always be the Class of '83.

Love,

Territory Mom

Fragment to Olinka by Acel Garland - The Story of Olinka Hrdy - Part 1

Fragment to Olinka

Acel Garland

Fires dim as embers of fallen moonlight smoulder in your eyes--many fires.

 Glowing strange colors deep in your eyes,

 for you have slept in the shadow of a white rock

and wandered long in the land of dreams.

The wind that whispers with the colored leaves,

 and sighes among the short grass on the prairie has blown across your face,

 and chanted a strange music in your ears. 

I have been planning to write about my hometown of Prague.  My goal was to share with you our history and our people, but since I'm a mom and not an investigative reporter my idea was put on the back burning.  One of my stories was going to be about Olinka Hrdy.  Then I received an email from This Land Press informing its email subscribers that the cover story for the September issue is about none other than Olinka Hrdy.

I'm thinking if I got paid to blog I would have got my story done sooner, but then maybe not.  I haven't read the story in This Land Press because I only read it online and this story is not available yet.  So I will tell you a little about what I know about Olinka Hrdy tonight because she died on this date 23 years ago.

Olinka was born in a sod house on the family farm in Prague on August 7, 1902.  She was full blood Czech.  She was a first generation American on her father's side (Josef Hrdy was born in Bohemia) and second generation on her mother's side (Emma Benes Hrdy was born in Iowa).  There is some information out there that she was half Indian which is not true.  She did have a cousin who was half Seminole.  I'm not sure if a mistake was made because Prague sits on the Sac and Fox Reservation. 

Many people did not know she was an artist until she died.  She studied under Frank Lloyd Wright and Bruce Goff.  She painted nine murals in the home that is now the Tulsa Spotlight Theatre.  I've read that the murals do not exist anymore.  She worked for the WPA in California and I think some of the murals she painted there still exist.  Oh, Olinka had been married.  Nobody knew about that.  I read about it in her biography.  I bet she was spinning over that one.  I just knew her as the ol' Czech lady that built her house with her own two hands.  Wait until you see it.  Oh I also heard about the big fight over her father's will.  It's a doozy, but I may or may not share.

I think this is all I will write about the mysterious Olinka for now.  I need to do some more research which means I need to talk to my old high school friend's mom because she knows everything.

Brother, Carl, mother Emma and Olinka Hrdy

Czech National Cemetery, Prague, OK

The above poem is engraved on Olinka's grave.  Isn't it lovely.  The only information I could find about the author, Acel Garland was that he was a member of the Texas Folklore Society.  It sounds like he was also very fond of Olinka.

Have a good evening.

Love,

Territory Mom

Hey Debbie, the Girls Won District!!!!

Hey Debbie, Isn't it great that the girls won district? They've had a tough season and they have showed that they are all winners.
Your girl played a great game. I know you're proud of her and all the girls. You are such a great basketball mom.
Tonight they start regionals at Kellyville. Enjoy the game. You'll have the best seat in the house. Love, Territory Mom http://momandk8.blogspot.com/2008/10/unsolicited-praise.html http://obit.smithparks.com/obitdisplay.html?id=591921&clientid=smithparks&listing=Found