
Recently my grandma called me on the phone. She said she had a blog suggestion for me.
"You've written about the prairie people in Oklahoma, but not the oil people," she reminded me and that is very true-- the oil people can't be ignored!
If oil was texas tea, it was Oklahoma bread and butter. For those of us who have been in this state for several generations, more likely than not, it was the lure of oil that brought them here. And more likely than not, we're still waiting to strike it rich.
Remember the baby Frederick Cleveland I told you about? My great-great grandpa who was named after the president (Grover, you know) after his father walked down to see the inauguration? It was Fred that decided (when he was grown up, of course) that Oklahoma (freshly minted a state after being called Indian Territory for decades) was the place to be. He packed up his wife Minnie and his two little girls and headed to a tiny little oil patch town called Kiefer. There, the oil workers lived in little houses called 'oil leases.' This is where my great-grandma learned to be a oil field flapper.
(picture on left: My grandma Pansy and one of her many guy friends in the '20s. Looks like they were sitting on a creek bank. Can you see the man in the distance? Totally love his outfit...)The Reed Girls: Bernice and Pansy

That is my great-granny (center) with her older sister and their sweet little car. They're obviously near the oil field--- can you see the derrek in the background on the right? It was an uproarious time, the 1920s. Girls cutting off their hair and raising their hems...wonder what their mother thought? With 5 daughters, I bet the Reeds were always in a tizzy. Can you imagine?
Girl Friends

When you think of flappers though, I'm sure you don't think of rural scenes like these, teenage girls giggling along a dirt country road on the prairie. But they worked with what they had! I imagine they poured over magazines and went to the movies and learned what the jazz age was all about. And I wonder how granny got her hair so impossibly straight??? Or was that how it was naturally? These ladies never told....
That man o' mine
Eventually, Pansy left the oil patch. She had her sights set on the 'big' city. The town I live in now. Evidently, in the 1920s (when bank robbers still roamed the backwoods and creek beds) this was quite the hoppin' place. Once the Kimes Gang held up one of the city banks for an entire afternoon! People kept going in, but not coming out...a police officer was even sitting right across the street! He never noticed, and the gang got away.
To this place is where the oil field flapper went to get a job as a telephone operator. She told tales about the things she heard 'discretely' on the other end of the line for decades...
She used to take her pay check to the same bank each week to cash and each week she went to the line of a young teller she thought was awfully handsome. His name was Clarence. She told her girlfriends she thought he was cute. And like a good girl friend, one of the girls told this to Clarence.
The next time Pansy came in with her check he nudged the teller next to him and said, "I betcha $5 if I ask that girl out she'll say yes." The other teller took the bet and Clarence took Pansy out on his newly won $5.
He became my great-grandpa.
Even Oil Field Flappers Grow Up...

By the late 1920s, Grandma gave up her string of beaux and settled down. She got married and became a mama-- this is her with her first daughter, Carolyn. I have this photo framed in my home. Will says in this photo I look like her. Maybe I do...I wish I had her long legs. And that necklace.
A few years later their second daughter, Nancy, (my grandmother) was born. At home--- can you imagine? She's the one that passed down the curls-- to my dad, to me, now to Audrey.
My Grandma Pansy was so much fun, so witty, and she had a saying and story for everything. We still say them and tell them. And whenever I see gold metallic-- I think of her. She loved that stuff.
Not long before she died, when I was around 14, I went over to her house and we went through all her pictures. She told me all about the people, and I wish I remembered more of what she had said. But I am so glad to have these pictures now and to share them and share what I remember.
Just a little bit more of my prairie past~
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