Dust Bowl

I’ve lived in Oklahoma for the majority of my life.  In other years, I lived in southeastern New Mexico and West Texas, areas that are environmentally very similar to the western parts of Oklahoma.  The Dust Bowl of the 1930’s has always been talked about, but I don’t think I truly appreciated what happened, until now.  It’s a very blunt lesson of what can happen when a lack of respect for the environment and ecology comes face to face with human greed and ignorance.

 

“The Dust Bowl, or the Dirty Thirties, was a period of severe dust storms causing major ecological and agricultural damage to American and Canadian prairie lands in the 1930s, particularly in 1934 and 1936. The phenomenon was caused by severe drought combined with farming methods that did not include crop rotation, fallow fields, cover crops or other techniques such as soil terracing and wind-breaking trees to prevent wind erosion.[1] Extensive deep plowing of the virgin topsoil of the Great Plains in the preceding decade had displaced the natural deep-rooted grasses that normally kept the soil in place and trapped moisture even during periods of drought and high winds. Rapid mechanization of farm implements, especially small gasoline tractors and widespread use of the harvester-combine were significant in the decisions to convert grassland (much of which received no more than 10 inches (250 mm) of precipitation per year) to cultivated cropland.

During the drought of the 1930s, without natural anchors to keep the soil in place, it dried, turned to dust, and blew away with the prevailing winds. At times, the clouds blackened the sky, reaching all the way to East Coast cities such as New York and Washington, D.C. Much of the soil ended up deposited in the Atlantic Ocean, carried by prevailing winds. These immense dust storms—given names such as “black blizzards” and “black rollers”—often reduced visibility to a few feet (a meter) or less. The Dust Bowl affected 100,000,000 acres (400,000 km2), centered on the panhandles of Texas and Oklahoma, and adjacent parts of New Mexico, Colorado, and Kansas.[2]

Millions of acres of farmland were damaged, and hundreds of thousands of people were forced to leave their homes; many of these families (often known as “Okies“, since so many came from Oklahoma) migrated to California and other states, where they found economic conditions little better during the Great Depression than those they had left. Owning no land, many became migrant workers who traveled from farm to farm to pick fruit and other crops at starvation wages. Author John Steinbeck later wrote The Grapes of Wrath, which won the Pulitzer Prize, and Of Mice and Men, about such people.”

from Wikipedia article “Dust Bowl”

 

Many years later, these devastating years in our young state, bookended on one end by the years of the Great Depression and on the other by World War II, still have an impact on the psyche of our state.  There’s an independent streak in our people, a determination to be self-reliant, and a thin skin when it comes to anything that disparages the image of what it means to be an Oklahoman.  For many, the term “Okie” continues to be a serious deprecation and insult.

 

 

So why am I writing about this?  The master documentarian and storyteller, Ken Burns, has come out with a new project, entitled “The Dust Bowl.”  It aired on PBS stations the last two nights and it was a real eye-opener for me.  This masterpiece captures in a new way the sheer immensity of this man-made disaster and how it impacted so many lives.  The storms themselves were such incredible acts of nature that it’s impossible to put them into any reasonable perspective.  But the storms are only part of the story.  Following on the heels of the storms were plagues, illnesses, psychological destruction, economic collapse, and one of the largest migrations of Americans from one area of the country to another.

If you have an interest in American history, I encourage you to watch this two part series (about 4 hours in length) from Ken Burns.  The full episodes are currently available for free at pbs.org.

 

7 Quick Takes Friday – Taking Out the Garbage

1.

I’m taking a few days next week to drive to South Bend for a friend’s wedding.  I’m going to take the opportunity to explore central Indiana and visit the graves of two Civil War veterans that I’m related to.    I’ve gone a bit blog happy and created a special one to publish the war diary of my great-great-grandfather C. F. Nelson.   If you’re into history, feel free to peruse http://cfnelson.everythingesteban.com .  His diary is not enormously compelling, at least not in the early months of his diary, but he’s a great almanac for 19th century weather reports!

 

2.

I hate to mention the upcoming presidential election, but since I live in perhaps the reddest of red states, I feel compelled to tell you how ignorant we are of the media blitz being unleashed on the rest of the country.  We have almost no political ads on TV.  We see the occasional ad on some of the national programs, but those are, so far, few and far between.  I feel for those of you in battleground states, but I can’t say that I’m disappointed in the least.

 

3.

My parish does a fantastic job with its annual parish festival.  “MaryFair” brings the whole parish together like no other social event of the year.  This week, they are conducting an online auction.  Saturday evening will be a sold-out benefit dinner with a great live auction.  Sunday will bring everyone together again for a very large parish picnic.   My job has been to make some powerpoint/keynote presentations for the auction on Saturday.  Should be a fun time as long as the weather holds.  What am I saying?  It’s Oklahoma!  We’re doomed now.

 

4.

Several months ago, I committed to an hour of Eucharistic Adoration at 1am every Tuesday morning.  I am forced to admit defeat.  This hour of the night is just never going to work for me.  The 4am hour I had before was much more manageable sleep-wise.   I’ve tried napping before the 1am slot and I’ve tried staying awake.  Either way my schedule on Tuesday gets totally out of whack and I’m a zombie the entire day.  I think I’m just going to have to trade with someone who’s more of a night owl than I am.

 

5.

I just received stickers from the City of Tulsa (where I live) for garbage collection. The city is beginning a new garbage collection system which includes two new large wheeled trash carts, one for household garbage and one for recyclables. The stickers are for bags of household trash that won’t fit into the bin. Other stickers are for yard waste. No sticker, to takee. At 50 cents a bag, this is going to be oh so annoying.

One man was apparently so upset at not having the room necessary to store the new recycling cart that he used his chain saw to chop it into little bits and sent it back to the city.

Oh, this will be a fun transition for folks.

 

6.

Oklahoma has two state fairs each fall.  The State Fair of Oklahoma is in our capital city, Oklahoma City.  Tulsa, my fair city, has the Tulsa State Fair.  No one has ever been able to tell me how we get to have our own, but I do say it’s much better than the one in OKC.

I don’t go that often, but I do have all sorts of memories from my childhood.  One particular day when I spent an inordinate amount of money trying to win a bowie knife as part of some midway game.  I eventually won the knife (I still have it actually) but probably spent at least twice what it was worth.  I also remember one year when my mom went to the livestock barns to look at horses.  She came home with a Llasa Apso puppy.  Dad was not amused, although that dog continues to live in family lore.

I think I’ll go Sunday afternoon, in search of a funnel cake, or a corn dog.

 

7.

My brother is coming to visit this weekend.  I’m off to clean the guest room, arguably the best room in the house.  I’m always a bit jealous of those who get to use that room.  I would stay there myself, but then it wouldn’t be the guest room anymore, would it?

 

Bonus!

I love to take sunset photos.  I had to pull the car over at the top of a hill to take the fiery one you see at the top of the page.  Click here to see the whole image. AMDG!

 

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Frosty & Edna’s

Still feeling nostalgic, even after my trip to the Porter Peach Festival, I thought I would tell you about my trip to Langley, Oklahoma, a small town on the western side of Grand Lake.

Ketchum is the town closest to my family’s lake cabin, but Langley is the somewhat larger town just to the south.  It has the full size grocery, Sonic Drive-In, ubiquitous Subway sandwich shop, and the only Catholic parish on the west side of the lake.

Desperately seeking a place for dinner, rather than Sonic, I decided to stop in at Frosty & Edna’s Restaurant.  I think it’s been there for more than 30 years, but it was my first visit, and I’m very glad I went!

My feelings of nostalgia were assuaged as soon as I stepped through the doors.  This is one of those classic old diners that we should all experience before they fade away.

Booths and tables to the left and a dining counter to the right, complete with the circular bar stools covered in maroon vinyl.

The first person I saw was an elderly gentleman, ensconced in the corner booth, enjoying a late night piece of pie and coffee.  (I later learned that one of his neighbors picked up his check, as good small town neighbors are wont to do.)

He reminded me of the duffers I used to encounter in Hobbs, NM when I was in high school.  More of the farmer type, rather than the oilmen of Hobbs, he was dressed in bib overalls and farmer’s cap, just as I would have imagined him.

Frosty and Edna are apparently the husband and wife team that originally opened the cafe.  According to the photo on the menu, they must be well into retirement; the cafe being run now by the third generation of the family.  (Not too many of those around anymore, I’m sure).

I sat at the counter and felt at home there, remembering times spent with my father and grandfather in occasions past.

With a plate of chicken fried steak, baked potato, cole slaw and hot rolls, I could see all the usual accouterments of a classic diner.   Lined up against the far counter wall were those individual serving boxes of Fruit Loops, Corn Flakes, and Rice Krispies.  Next to them was a rack holding those small metal syrup pitchers and a syrup warming pot, ready for the next morning’s breakfast crowd.

Ceramic coffee cups, with ads for local businesses on the outside and spoons on the inside, were lined up like a platoon of soldiers, ready for all comers.

And of course, there was the cafe kitsch.  Signs welcomed fisherman to the lake, old calendars and faded photos adorned the walls, and of course,  an image of John Wayne gazed benevolently at the patrons.

The entryway even has one of those kid arcade games where you can win a plush toy if you have prowess with (ooooh) “THE CLAW”.

 

The only thing I didn’t see was the pie carousel, but that’s OK, I was still reveling in the peaches and ice cream from earlier in the day!

In case you forgot, this is what that looked like. I would really like some more!

So there you have it, a step back in time to a classic American, family-owned, diner.

 

 

I’ll give this a solid 3-napkins for the food and the atmosphere.

I think I’ll try breakfast next time!

 

Peachy!

I was feeling nostalgic this Saturday morning so I headed over to the small town of Porter, Oklahoma for their annual peach festival.

Although I’ve never  been before, it was a favorite summer activity for my grandparents.    My brother mentioned going with them a time or two, so I was curious what it was like.

I’ve always liked small towns and Porter didn’t disappoint!  Main street was blocked off  for food vendors, live music, inflatable attractions for the kids, booths for political candidates and craft sales.

Best of all?  Free peaches and ice cream for everyone at 1pm.  Can you beat that?  Honestly, this was one of the best desserts I’ve ever had!

The peaches were of a tart variety that reminded me of oranges.  (I was so impressed, they let me have two servings!)

The 100+ degree temperature made it all the better as all the towns people and visitors crowded the local fire station for one of the best American treats.  A 4-Napkin experience that only would have been better if someone had gone with me.

After a week in the hot city, the movie theatre tragedy in Colorado, and political attack ads, this was just what I needed.  Unpretentious Americana.

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God Bless America!

Goat Squad

Ever hear of something that you find really amusing but you’re not sure if it’s blog worthy?  I chewed this story over for awhile but decided that it was deliciously Oklahoma enough to note here.

The City of Stillwater, home to my alma mater Oklahoma State University, has fielded a new team to tackle the bane of high vegetation throughout the city.

Meet the Stillwater Goat Squad here!

Yes, the Stillwater Goat Squad is on the munch throughout the city, keeping the wild prairie at bay in the truest tradition of the agricultural school that finds its home there.    These mighty masticators kick butt and leave no leaf unturned.

Just when I thought my favorite town in Oklahoma couldn’t get more interesting, they now have a superhero herd of nannies and billies to capture the imagination and the tall grasses of the plains.

Certain that I have milked this story for all it’s worth, I must now hoof it over to Stillwater and see them in action myself.    And you dear reader?  Why I trust that at least one of you will join the quest on FB to name these wily masters of the underbrush.

 

Update: Sainthood Cause of Fr. Stanley Rother Advances

I just learned of this recent post on the website for the Archdiocese of Oklahoma City:

June 27, 2012

Today we received the news that the Congregation for the Causes of Saints has named an official Relator for the Cause of Father Stanley Rother.  The Relator together with our collaborator from outside the Congregation will prepare the Position Paper (Positio) on martyrdom. Please continue to pray for the Cause of Father Rother.   – Archbishop Paul S. Coakley

This is very hopeful news!  What a joy it would be for Oklahoma and the people of Santiago Atitlan, Guatemala to have their own saint.

Learn more about Fr. Rother in this post from last year.

7 Quick Takes Friday

Uno – Sunsets & Super Moon

I spent last Saturday evening on the east side of Grand Lake in NE Oklahoma.  For 60 years my family has had a cabin on the west side of the same lake, and for some unknown reason, I’ve never spent much time on the east side.   Grand Lake is a very large lake (~65 miles long and 1-2 miles wide), so getting from one side to the other is quite a drive since there are no convenient bridges.

So this was a treat!  No only did I get to spend time with some old and dear friends, but I got to see a sunset on the lake (hard to do on the west side, but you get awesome sunrises).  It was also the night of the “super moon”, which was cool.  Here are some shots:

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Dos – Closing Down McNellie’s Pub House

Sunday evening was a bit of a first.  I attended Mass at the Univ. of Tulsa Newman Center, where I was campus minister for more than 8 years.  As often happens, I ran into several of my former students.  It was decided that we would go out to Tulsa’s McNellie’s Pub House for a late night dinner.    We ended up with two tables of people, including two priests, various alumni and students.  It was a very nice time, but we ended up being the last group to leave, a bit past closing time and the staff ready to flee.    Felt like college again!

Tres – Hazing

I saw this story on ESPN.com this morning which concerns the terrible hazing incidents within the band at Florida A&M University.  I spent many years as a member of the Kappa Kappa Psi band fraternity and worked as an officer of their national leadership.  Hazing has always been a big topic of concern and many resources have been focused on it to do all that can be done to stamp it out.  Even after so many years, I still have trouble understanding why it seems so pervasive and so hard to eradicate.

I agree wholeheartedly with the suggestion that the band remain off the field for the foreseeable future.  I think the only remedy is to completely start from scratch – no current members allowed to participate, all new staff, no revived traditions, and never ever any involvement with former members and alumni.   That’s the only hope I see for having a clean organization in the future and preventing any other deaths.   Those who are musicians and truly love music and performing music know that hazing has no beneficial part of that.  (I know these are supposed to be quick takes, but the soapbox jumped up and bit me.)

Cuatro – Attic

Yesterday I was changing lightbulbs at my aunt’s house.  I apparently got a bit overzealous with one of her recessed kitchen lights and managed to push the fixture out of it’s bracket and into the ceiling.  This required a trip up into her scary attic – not an easy space for someone as tall as me.  I managed to fix things up pretty quickly, but even on a cool overcast day, it was 100+ degrees up there and I came down dripping with sweat.    The things we have to do sometimes.

Cinco – Tulsa Drillers

Last night I had the pleasure of attending a Tulsa Drillers baseball game at Oneok Field in downtown Tulsa.  This is a gem of a park and I was with a good friend that I hadn’t spent any time with for quite awhile.  Perfect night for a game!

Seis – Serenbe

HGTV is giving away a “green” home in Serenbe – a little community outside of Atlanta.  I’m not suggesting you join the contest, because I’m going to win it.  No, really.

I’ve been to Serenbe a couple of times.  There’s a great little cafe/coffeeshop there that has the best cheesy grits.  I’m not a fan of grits in general, but these are mighty tasty!  I want to win the house just so I’ll have ready access.

Siete – Mowing

I mentioned our cabin on Grand Lake.  This weekend I’m faced with one of my most dreaded summer tasks – mowing the lake property.    This includes not only the lawn around the cabin, but the 75 yards of steeply pitched unpaved road leading to it.    I would dearly love a riding mower for this, but I don’t have one, so this chore becomes a royal CHORE.  Another chance to get all sweaty, but with the added benefits of ticks and chiggers.

 

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About the Bird

See that bird, up there in the header?  It’s really cool.

Now look down a bit and have a look at the black menu bar.  See the tab that says “About the Bird”? Click on that and learn a little bit about that cool bird.

Thanks.