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<blockquote data-quote="Lone Wolf &#039;49" data-source="post: 1646373" data-attributes="member: 3016"><p>This may make no sense to you the young ones here, but some may understand. I was raised in Lone Wolf, Ok. Everyone was family, I learned to drive a standard transmission, plow with many different tractors, that had no cabs and A/C, drive combines and cut wheat and take the wheat to the elevator. Hand Picked Cotton, in those days, Lone Wolf started school first part of August and went for two weeks and then let school out for two weeks, so EVERYONE, no matter who you were, picked cotton. We Picked first on Kay McCormicks place NW of Lone Wolf and then moved to the Winters place and picked the cotton there. What I am trying to impress here is that in the 50's and 60's we were all family and that was the way it was. Well, to keep this shorter, we moved to Hobart, 9 miles away. Well, when you have a Country Club, and honestly a bunch on certain University grads, things were different. To This day I regret it except that was what my dad had to do, being a banker (that is another story you don't want now or ever), but there were many upsides to it in later years.</p><p></p><p>Sorry, but this brought up a lot of old memories which I cherish and to this day I keep in touch with the Lone Wolf folks and from Hobart. Just sayin'.</p><p></p><p>Had to edit my errors, but I was 7 years old when Kay McCormick put me in the pickup to learn the 3 speed std trans on the pickup and herd some cattle down the road. Kay was as I later learned a South Pacific, WWII vet of combat. He like all others and my dad never talked of it. But, Over the years, I found that I have gained my very dry sense of humor, sick almost to a point, sense of humor. from my dad and Kay and the people of Lone Wolf.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Good night and good luck. Edward Murrow from the 50's.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lone Wolf '49, post: 1646373, member: 3016"] This may make no sense to you the young ones here, but some may understand. I was raised in Lone Wolf, Ok. Everyone was family, I learned to drive a standard transmission, plow with many different tractors, that had no cabs and A/C, drive combines and cut wheat and take the wheat to the elevator. Hand Picked Cotton, in those days, Lone Wolf started school first part of August and went for two weeks and then let school out for two weeks, so EVERYONE, no matter who you were, picked cotton. We Picked first on Kay McCormicks place NW of Lone Wolf and then moved to the Winters place and picked the cotton there. What I am trying to impress here is that in the 50's and 60's we were all family and that was the way it was. Well, to keep this shorter, we moved to Hobart, 9 miles away. Well, when you have a Country Club, and honestly a bunch on certain University grads, things were different. To This day I regret it except that was what my dad had to do, being a banker (that is another story you don't want now or ever), but there were many upsides to it in later years. Sorry, but this brought up a lot of old memories which I cherish and to this day I keep in touch with the Lone Wolf folks and from Hobart. Just sayin'. Had to edit my errors, but I was 7 years old when Kay McCormick put me in the pickup to learn the 3 speed std trans on the pickup and herd some cattle down the road. Kay was as I later learned a South Pacific, WWII vet of combat. He like all others and my dad never talked of it. But, Over the years, I found that I have gained my very dry sense of humor, sick almost to a point, sense of humor. from my dad and Kay and the people of Lone Wolf. Good night and good luck. Edward Murrow from the 50's. [/QUOTE]
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