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Saturday, January 28, 2017

Historical Fiction: Fields of Cotton, Stalks of Corn

Fields of Cotton, Stalks of Corn

The Great Depression and the Dust Bowl era of Oklahoma's history hit its farming communities hard, but the hopeful, optimistic simplicity of youth prevailed and birthed a new generation, a strong and determined generation, a generation of patriotic, hard-working Americans.

Listen as Rae Ann tells the story of life as it was during the years of 1929 through 1940 in Oklahoma. Her story is one of faith and inspiration, of life's joys and life's hardships, of youthful courage and hopeful dreams; a tale filled with straight-forward, poignant, and unforgettable remembrances as experienced by this young girl and those around her.

Travel back to the days when the work ethics and lifestyles forged what it meant to be a human being; back to a time when the friendships one formed and nurtured created bonds that would last a lifetime.

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Oklahoma 1929

Some folks tell me, ‘Rae Ann, you've lived a mighty long and blessed life’. But livin’ to be eighty, ninety, or even a hundred years old sure don't seen quite so long once you be reachin’ it. One kinda be thinkin’ that another hundred or so years might be alright. Nobody wants to just up and die. Now I do pity those folks who be sufferin' in their bodies, hearts, and all; those folks who just keep on livin’ when all they want to do is to die and end their miseries. But yes, I have been mighty blessed in life. I recollect my days as a youngin were the days when I started lookin’ for some of life’s blessing. You see, times in Oklahoma back then were a might bit trying on a person’s soul and life, but by God's grace we made it through them times and come out on the other side just fine.
My earliest memories, although faded like an old worn-out photograph, are of visiting my grandma and grandpa Charlton over in Union City. We were living on a farm not far from there in those days.


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