My Nine Lives Plus One

I am writing these thoughts about my childhood and how I was raised for my children and grandchildren. Kids, you never knew your great grandparents, nor your paternal grandfather, Elmo John Riddle, and I believe from these stories I write for you from the time I was born to Elmo & Nadine Martin Riddle, you may understand why Mom and Nana is the way she is! I love you, Tiffany, Mark, Tristen and Bryce--you are my everything!

Monday, May 30, 2011

My Wonderful Siblings

 
As I am sitting in front of this laptop thinking about my next story,  I realize it is a very difficult one to write because it's about four great sibilings that I really never knew growing up.  My husband had three older brothers and one younger sister.  I also had three brothers and one sister but only  in comparison.  I only say that because he grew up with his siblings, and I didn't.  I loved our visits with the Ware family and the trips we went shared from time to time and how they would relate hilarious stories of their childhood, stories about their many moves, their Cajan father, the reckless things they did growing up and a little sister thrown  in the midst of four older brothers.  I never knew what I had missed growing up without  brothers and sisters until I heard these stories. 

I have only one picture to share of me with three of my siblings.  That is me blowing the bubble gum, of course, Kathy, Eddie holding Cookie, my dog, and Gary.  Ricky was just a baby at the time and was inside.  This picture was taken in the front yard of our Grandma and Grandpa Riddle's house in Muldrow in 1958.  I have no other pictures of me with all of my siblings together.  There was a note on the back of the picture I had written, "We were all trying to blow bubbles before Dad snapped this picture but I was the only one who was successful".  Well, that's one story I can relate.  Other stories might include the one or two trips when I visisted them in Arkansas and the fun times we had that week walking down the road to the little creek, hanging our barefeet over the side of the stream and harmonizing Everly Brothers' songs.  I don't remember much about that week except that Dad took us to a movie, we went shopping over in VanBuren, and Kathy and I played with Mom's makeup and did our hair.  They boys just played Cowboys and Indians as always.  I never got to share birthdays, Christmases, Easter egg hunts, Thanksgiving or Trick-or-Treating on Halloween, or had anyone to fight with over clothes, TV, use of the telephone, or record selection. 


Ricky, Ed, Kathy, Gary in 1985
Ron, Kathy, Jeri, Me & Ricky 2007
As we grew older, my siblings began to get reacquainted with me once everyone married and started families.   I really owe it all to my sister, Kathy, for doing her best to keep in touch and bringing me back in.   After I moved away to Tulsa, finished business school and started working, I kind of "forgot" I had a family.  Dad was still living at the time and as they would travel from Kansas to Arkansas to visit my Stepmom's family, they would drive through Tulsa in hopes of finding me at home, but somehow they always missed me--I was either at work or out with friends, and would come back to find a note on my apartment door that they had been by to see me.  She never gave up though and continued on her quest that I should become a part of them, because we were a family.  I love her and appreciate so much that she never gave up on me!  I told her that at our last sibling get-together in April. 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Horses, Alaska Adventures & The Duke

This blog is about my brother, Eddie Elmo Riddle, born on December 1, 1947.  As a little boy growing up Eddie loved John Wayne, horses and guns.  Our Dad taught his boys to hunt and fish and to love and appreciate the outdoors--he taught them not to kill for sport, but for food as needed. 

Here is a picture of my siblings showing Eddie with a little plastic pinto horse, and probably dreaming of a day when he would have his own filly to raise, which he did.  I am sure he never really imagined that one day he would have a real horse of his very own.




Eddie was a responsible son, an obedient son, the quiet one.  He still doesn't have a lot to say, but when he does, it is always funny, especially if he is teasing his wife, Sharon.  He married Sharon Felkins in June 1967, a few months before our Dad died in November 1967.  Sharon was 17 when they married and they will be celebrating their 44th wedding anniversary this year.  They've had some great adventures especially when they moved to Anchorage, Alaska in the spring of 1970.  Eddie and his business partners decided to take their business to Alaska.  Eddie was a sheet-rock finisher and  with their first child, Eddie, Jr. (Lil' Ed), Eddie and Sharon  moved to Anchorage to work, bought a log cabin, and rode snowmobiles and hunted bear, caribou, moose, and whatever else there was out there to hunt.   Sharon said they had a lovely view of Mt. McKinley from their dining room window.  Eddie said he loved the Alaskan country and participated in a 100-mile snowmobile race from Anchorage to Talketena.  He didn't win, but finished the race and received a "patch".  He was around 26 or 27 at the time.  They welcomed another baby into their family while living in Alaska--second son John was born on February 22, 1975.

An interesting sidenote about the hunting adventures is how they would be flown to a remote site to hunt for a week to ten days and then picked up at a designated time and place.  It's a good thing my brothers shot what they aimed at since there were no cell phones in those days!   Our youngest brother, Ricky John, went to Alaska and stayed with Sharon and Ed for about four years.  He loves to hunt too! 

Above is a picture of Ed's business partner, Roger, in 1973, after he shot a 400 pound, 7-1/2 ft. black bear.  I cannot imagine keeping your head about you when aiming at something that huge.  It's best to have a good head about you or you might not have one!   

Sharon and Ed returned to Oklahoma around 1976 and currently reside at St. Louis, Oklahoma near their sons, John and Lil' Ed, and wife Christy and granddaughters, Emilee and Allison.   Now, I simply cannot leave out the part about The Duke.  You see, Eddie is a huge John Wayne fan, and you will know that the minute you step into their home--a large painting of "The Duke" adorns the living room wall, painted by an artist from Kansas.  Additionally, there is an entire guest room full of cowboy paraphernalia.  It's quite an adventure just to visit Eddie and Sharon and spend the night in the room I refer to as the John Wayne Room.  Although I haven't had the privilege of sleeping in it yet, because the last time we visited, my sister, Kathy and husband Ron got there first and stayed in it.  One reason I refer to it as the John Wayne Room is because of all the pictures and the life-size poster of The Duke that adorns the inside door of the bedroom.  I remarked the next morning how lucky she was to go to bed looking at John Wayne, but her comeback was, "Yes, I went to bed with The Duke but unfortunately woke up next to Gabby Hayes".  Sorry, Ron, you don't look anything like Gabby Hayes--not yet anyway.  Now if you don't know who Gabby Hayes was kids, he was a bearded, toothless character played by George Francis who appeared as a sidekick in numerous cowboy movies along with Roy Rogers, John Wayne, Gene Autry, Hopalong Cassidy and others. 

Thank you, Sharon and Eddie, for providing such interesting "fodder" and pictures of your Alaska adventure for my stories.

Gabby Haynes & Roy Rogers

 

Lil Ed's Own Snowmobile


Our Little Cowboy, My Brother Eddie,  My Hero
I love you!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Bobby Joe, My First Love?


1958 with Cat Boots
Everyone has a "first love" and I was no different.  My first love was a boy named, Bobby Joe.  He was a new kid in school around 1956 or 1957--I really don't remember but I think it was my Sophomore year.  I thought he was just about the cutest boy I had ever laid eyes on at the time.  He had dark hair, cut in the standard "DA" look and beautiful blue eyes.  But my friend, Patty, captured his attention immediately.  So what else is new--boys always liked Patty--she knew how to flirt and garner attention from any boy in school, and besides that she had developed very early with a very nice figure that put all of us"late bloomers" to shame. And by the way, Patty still has a very nice figure--I just saw her last year at a high school reunion.   

But this story isn't about Patty, although she is bound to show up in my stories from time-to-time.  This story is about my first love, Bobby Joe Keene.  He was sweet on Patty and gave her some pictures of himself and she took more pictures of him to add to her collection.  I would ask to see her billfold so I could look at his cute pictures.  Once when she wasn't looking, I "borrowed" one of the pictures of Bobby Joe.  I thought she wouldn't notice because she had so many of him.  And besides, I was in love and desperate.  I took that picture home and taped it over my bed so I could stare at him every night before I fell asleep.  I thought he was even cuter than Ricky Nelson, who was then my favorite person in the whole world.  I made sure that picture was removed if Patty was coming by, but she rarely came over because was from a very large family and always had chores, plus she cleaned homes for several of the school teachers and other ladies in town for extra money, so she was always busy--and had money!  All I had were a few dollars from occasional babysitting jobs that didn't pay much in those days.

All I could think about every single day for that entire year was Bobby Joe.  I was getting desperate for him to notice me, so I asked some girl to tell him that I "liked" him.  I am not sure what she told him but the message in return was to tell me he "hated" me.  You can just about imagine how those cruel words absolutely broke my heart utterly and completely.  I cried myself to sleep that night and cried for days afterwards.  How could he "hate" me?  I never did anything to him other than be totally in love with him.

The story doesn't end there because later that year in our newspaper class, he began to be flirtatious with me and even kissed me one day in class behind the teacher's back.  I don't know if I was still in love with him by then and maybe I was over the puppy love stage, but I still had that picture hidden away.  He was just an adorable little flirt!  I confessed to Patty a few years later at our 10th or 20th high school reunion that I took that picture of Bobby Joe from her wallet and told her I was in love with him.  She said she knew--she was a good friend.  She didn't ask for the picture back though and I really don't know what happened to that picture. 

So what happened to Bobby Joe?  I really don't know--he moved on to another town somewhere, another school, probably broke more hearts, but I would like to find him because I am very curious to see how he looks these days.  That once dark hair may now be gray, and he's probably wearing glasses over those pretty baby blues, and fat--yes, let's say he is very fat now--and bald--and has five kids and 15 grandchildren!

Here are some pictures of me around 1958.  I am sitting on our car wearing my gold high heels, and posing in new slacks, and in one I am with my little dog, PeeWee.  Sorry you missed out, Bobby Joe--I really would like to have been your girlfriend if only a short time!