Family Ties

Ira, 1914

Pony Poem

Indian Citizen

February 8, 1945

“Farewell to My Pony”

Dedicated to my son, John L. Springer, Camp Fannin, Texas

I’ve ridden many happy miles

On your faithful back,

If you wonder why

I’m saying goodbye

I’ll try to explain a grim fact.

 

I’ve received a call from my country

And I’m willing to answer that call,

But you cannot go

My beloved Pinto,

You must try to understand, that’s all.

 

I’ll miss you, my pony, I’ll miss you;

I’ll send money home for your keep

But till this war is won

We must both carry on,

I’ll be riding the range in a jeep.

 

I’d rather have you, my cow pony,

You and my old lariat.

With the help of you

My old faithful two,

We could string Hitler up, I’ll bet.

Mrs. Della Springer, Caddo, Okla.

Pony Poem

Indian Citizen

February 8, 1945

“Farewell to My Pony”

Dedicated to my son, John L. Springer, Camp Fannin, Texas

I’ve ridden many happy miles

On your faithful back,

If you wonder why

I’m saying goodbye

I’ll try to explain a grim fact.

 

I’ve received a call from my country

And I’m willing to answer that call,

But you cannot go

My beloved Pinto,

You must try to understand, that’s all.

 

I’ll miss you, my pony, I’ll miss you;

I’ll send money home for your keep

But till this war is won

We must both carry on,

I’ll be riding the range in a jeep.

 

I’d rather have you, my cow pony,

You and my old lariat.

With the help of you

My old faithful two,

We could string Hitler up, I’ll bet.

Mrs. Della Springer, Caddo, Okla.

Liberty Hill, 1941

Indian Citizen

July 24, 1941

Liberty Hill

                The summer term of school got off to a good start June 14 with an attendance of about 30 students; will hold two months, then vacate for the harvest.

                Will Green and family, with two or three sidekicks, left for California this week to hunt for work. It looks like a long leap in the dark, but we wish them success. Some of them left the makings of a good job in their own field, if only they had the executive ability to develop it; but as water will seek its level, just as sure, men will seek theirs.

                Mrs. Della Springer fell and sprained her arm one day last week – is carrying her arm in a sling at present. It is slowly improving now.

              J.L. Springer and family went to Roy O’hern’s Sunday to eat a goose dinner. Both families are stock famers in a small way and the drought has caught them without feed and has just about cooked their goose, hence the feast.

                Well, it has rained most everywhere except at Liberty. Lafe Culter says there is something wrong with the citizens of our community for the coveted summer showers roll up to within a mile of us in every direction, and leave us high and dry. It has us singled out to about three families now without the much-wanted rains. We intend to get together and cast lots to see who is the culprit.

                There are three outstanding liars of Liberty – Cy Grizzel is one of them and Rufe Bolts is the other two.

Friendship, 1943

Life...

The Durant Weekly News

May 18, 1962

Life is Not Certain and Death Sure

By Della Springer

                It’s getting a little dry around these parts, looks a little rainy though this morning, so by the time this comes out it might be raining – I hope.

                Life is uncertain and death is sure. I had not been to church for four weeks on account of my injury*, until Sunday. There was one person missing since I had attended, called away suddenly into a life far better than she had on this earth.

                Nonetheless, we miss her terribly and somehow the building seemed empty without her sweet smile when her eyes met mine. I am speaking about Lucy Edwards, a friend to everyone, always ready to help out in any Christian endeavor, or worthy cause. Yes, we will miss her, but she has left the cares of this old world behind and is now residing in a place untouched by earthly sorrows.

                I suppose from now until May 22 our television programs will be all cluttered up with political bickering and back-biting wherein each candidate will hurl accusations at the other. Frankly, I had rather watch Rifleman. At least he plays fair and shoots them dead with clean bullets, while in a political battle bullets of scandal are used to cripple a person’s character from which there is little chance for complete recovery. It’s a dirty business and I want no part of it.

                We have one clever old gentleman in Atoka county that ran for office. He was bitterly against public speaking, and when asked why, he said the longer he talked, the less votes he got. I guess he was right. He lost. I admire his honesty though, and after hearing the two leading candidates for governor fuss like underprivileged kids, I feel like writing just anybody’s name on my ballot and giving them my vote.

*She fell off the porch and badly sprained her ankle.

Gone Too Soon

Found this poem today. I'd never seen it before. It was in the Indian Citizen, Atoka, March 7, 1940.

 

Life on the Hill

 

 

Caddo Herald

April 7, 1916

Liberty Hill Items

The big rain of the 1^st and 2^nd of this month put us farmers out of business for a few days but most everybody was done planting corn and was ready for a few days rest.

Not many people got to go to Caddo Saturday, so Liberty Park grocery did a good business.

Joe Umbay was at Liberty Park Saturday, trading.

Mrs. Ellen Corbet has been on the sick list, but is improving.

C.W. Banta went to Caney Monday on business.

Some of the ladies of Liberty Hill got badly frightened last Friday night at what they thought to be a distress cry, but proved to be the screaking of a steam derrick on the railroad.

Joe Green came home from Faris Monday.

The fruit crop is safe at this writing April 4^th. The trees are not too full and we think we will have good fruit.