Check all the Clans that have DNA Projects. If your Clan is not in the list there's a way for it to be listed.Edinburgh and Scotland Accommodation, Bed & Breakfast, Self Catering, Guest Houses, Inns, Holiday Tourist AccommodationAn amazing collection of unique holiday cottages, castles and apartments, all over Scotland in truly amazing locations.Holiday Cottages Scotland. Self Catering and Holiday Homes.A comprehensive holiday accommodation Index for Scotland
House of Tartan brings you kilts, tartans and gifts from Scotland. Find your tartan in our clan tartan database.All Celtic Music Store. Scottish, Irish and Celtic Music CD's. Buy and download single tracks or complete CD's
HOME   Search Articles   All Articles   Submit an Article Random Article   Contact Us
  Sun Nov 08th,2009 06:11 pm Welcome Guest, Please LOGIN to your account or SIGNUP now
  Search Articles
 
Keyword
Exact phrase
All words (AND)
Any word (OR)
 
 
  Categories
  Agriculture
  Books
  Business
  Cars
  Celtic
  Children
  Clan & Family...
  Community
  Current Affairs
  Culture
  Environment
  Family Histories
  Food & Drink
  Frugal Living
  Genealogy
  History of Scotland
  Highland Games &...
  Humour
  Misc.
  Music
  Poetry
  Politics
  Press Releases
  Religion
  Scots-Irish
  Sports
  Travel and Tourism
  Article Service...
 
  Authors
  Donna Flood
  Alastair McIntyre
  Loretta Layman
  Janet Malcolm
  Ott Chip
  Gayla Templeton
  `George Ray Houston
  bardofbanff
  Helen Williams
  John Henderson BA
  John Henderson
  Neil Manderson
  Tom Moss
  Barbara Moore
  LarryR
  Ross Fraser
  Kimberley Jordan...
  Ian Angus Munro
  Barry Obei
  Paul scottyn
More Authors List 
 
  Subscribe Articles
 
Email Address
Subscribe
Unsubscribe
 
 
  Our Sponsors
 
Send Flowers
 
   
 
 Article Of The Day
 quick meal ingredients, diabetic part2
 In posting the soup recipe in the post on meal ingredients, I forgot to mention that the protein in the soup meal was a precooked scrambled egg that I added to the soup after the soup was hot.  The egg was left over from the little ones breakfast.  Left over eggs are easily added to a variety of recipes to use them up.  I have had this soup with turkey and with chicken chuncks in it as well as with shrimp.
Instead of adding the rice, or in addittion to the rice, a serving of frozen mixed veggies can be added. I like the broccoli , cauliflower mix.  Serve some fine diced onions on the side to add flavor if you wish.
Author Ott Chip  Added On Thu Mar 13th,2008
Rating (0)  Category Food
 
 Article Categories
Agriculture(9) Books(14) Business(8)
Cars(0) Celtic(0) Children(34)
Clan & Family Societies(23) Community(15) Current Affairs(85)
Culture(29) Environment(22) Family Histories(8)
Food & Drink(33) Frugal Living(6) Genealogy(6)
History of Scotland(8) Highland Games & Scottish Events(3) Humour(10)
Misc.(1) Music(4) Poetry(38)
Politics(3) Press Releases(8) Religion(5)
Scots-Irish(2) Sports(1) Travel and Tourism(23)
Article Service Announcements(6)
 
 Latest Articles
 Art is for More Than Just Painting Pictures
 

Here on the Flood ranchero, using the term loosely, daily routine is stamped into my body and soul to the point of being tedious and monotonous. As a rule, I do love this kind of life, but there are other considerations. Presently the putting together of crafts for a showing at the grandchildren’s school is my discipline. This can be a bit depressing because in this world where so much can be bought at the dollar store it hardly seems worthwhile to do our own small useful articles needed on the homestead.

Nevertheless, I doggedly set my jaw to designing: Aprons with art work (a heart with a winking, smiling face and a chef’s hat on one corner) pot holders with sassy chicken prints, other pot holders from a Mexican throw no one wanted, key chains in Native American colors, buffalo applique on place mats and tablecloths, and on and on it goes.

All this for the purpose of education for all the children who might get the idea that art is for more than just painting pictures.

Of course, the real reason will be to help the grandchildren to learn to write down their sales, so that we can visit our tax lady, where they can learn about paying sales tax and income tax. We all know the adage, "death and taxes." Tender ages that they are kids today are quick and sharp. They will absorb and learn, I’m sure.

Just when I felt I could go no farther and was berating myself for my lack of youthful enthusiasm my sister called.

"There’s a book signing at the library today. The couple are descendants of the Chickasaws. Can you go?"

Rhonda was listening to the speaker phone and I could tell she immediately was interested. No sooner had I hung up, when I saw her scooting her wheelchair toward her room.

Set in stone was the decision to go, although I was feeling so pressed to keep working,  and I was still trying to think of a way out, when Rhonda came from her room in the lovely new turquoise dress I made for her and the beautifully designed Indian necklace a Ponca friend had given her.

Of course, I melted and immediately set myself in motion.

What a thrill to meet the authors, Bill Paul and Cindy Paul. Their book, Shadow of an Indian Star, is about the history around Paul’s Valley, Oklahoma, the town bearing their family’s name.

No longer was I shuffling along as I came home while remembering the couple who gave the presentation of their book.

He was as slim as any of his ancestors of hard riding western men. His long legs stretched out to one side of the table beside his wife. The boots he wore fit him well and there was no doubt he was easy in his clothing, as if it was what he wore most of the time.

Cindy also was slim and built like that classic cliche we all know and love. She stood before the slide show presentation of their family’s antique photographs. Her dress was a soft western blouse over a easy flowing skirt. Both pieces were held together with the concho belt fitted down close to her hips.

Who can explain the mind and how it works? My attitude upon returning home was completely different. Gone was the lethargic me. Here in its place was someone who could see the reason and why, for what I was doing. Amazing isn’t it?

Here’s the Url to their webpage:

http://www.shadowofanindianstar.com/

Author Donna Flood  Added On Sat Nov 07th,2009
Rating (0)  Category Current Affairs
 Response to article on E.W. Marland
 

You sound like a most intelligent person who is not easily fooled. Sensational story telling has, in this case, a means to an end, and that end is to attract the attention of the tourist trade. The truth is far from what has been woven through imagination and speculation.

I will reply to your notes not to convince anyone of the truth, but simply to try to answer your questions, whether anyone wishes to believe or disbelieve is irrelevant. I wasn't there, but I have an understanding of the Collins culture because my grandmother was a Collins and I was raised with her family. The strength of their values go back into Ireland and Scotland; called themselves

Scot-Irish. You probably know of Michael Collins who was at the beginnings of the battles between Ireland and England. If you study his history there will be no doubt in your mind how strong they were.

Truth Behind The Mystery?

Being from Ponca City, Oklahoma originally, and hearing small little pieces about E.W. Marland, his life, his fortune and his wives, I have never been able to figure out the missing pieces that are not written down in history. There appear to be huge gaps.

Yes, huge gaps, as there always are when truth is not the bases of a story.

Mr. Marland was an oil tycoon, self-made man, and millionaire by the time he was 33. By reports, he once held 1/10th of the oil power in the entire world. He is rumored to have been a generous and kind man who enjoyed luxury and entertaining.

Isn't this the first clue that there is something awry here?

He started the trend of insurance for employees and even built houses for them, and created a bank to loan them money at a rate beneath the standard. He lost his fortune twice, once to JP Morgan in 1930 in a hostile takeover of the oil company he built in Ponca City, Oklahoma.

There are gamblers and there are masters at gambling.

This part of the Collins culture was even sealed in the teachings of the children, and is not a practice for the faint hearted.

 

He was also governor of Oklahoma for a period of time, tried for the senate twice, but failed, and died without much to show for his lifetime of achievements.

This is one fallacy those not of their culture did not understand. The scriptures tell of Potter's Field and this was their ambition, "to have spread all their wealth out to the people so that they would ultimately be buried in Potter's Field; penniless."

Christ was their model and they believed they would be provided burial, and just as Christ was given a tomb by a wealthy man, his burial taken care of with sweet oil, so this Collin's culture believed. Oh yes, E.W. and Virginia Collins were related.

5. During his life E.W. Marland was first married to a woman named Virginia. How he met her, I don't know.

It wasn't a matter of "meeting her." They were family. It is all there in the genealogy.

Wish I did. I imagine he was charming, self-assured and swept her off her feet, but I can't find that in the history literature, or in books. I can't even find out when Virginia was born, or how old she was when she married E.W. Marland. Not much is known about her, but the people that knew her while she was alive, say that she was very pretty and sweet.

Another attribute of the Collins women, even of the descendants who live today.

Virginia and E.W. didn't have any children of their own. They ended up adopting Virginia's sister's two children, George and Lydie, and raised them as their own giving them the best of everything. I'm not sure if George and Lydie were poor and miserable prior to being adopted,

The Collins were never "poor and miserable." They were very adept and skilled at sewing, crafts, gardening, canning, just generally busy people. Mother always said, "I thought these people were poor, look at how rich they look in these pictures."

or if the Marland's money was an incentive in their adoption, or if it was something else altogether.....

Love of family, a love so strong, was the incentive.

I myself experienced this and no one can know what a lovely world this creates.

This is where the story gets sketchy and the cover-up begins. By some accounts E.W. had a roving eye, and extra-marital affairs, which devastated Virginia.

Yes, my mother was a young girl when he lived in the hunting lodge and she told stories about how the girls would run from him. By this time he was, no doubt, in senility. There was a riding stable next to the mansion where the girls went to ride horses.

Virginia died at a young age. I'm not sure what this age was, but E.W. was born in 1874, and I am guessing Virginia was younger than him, as was the custom. She died in 1926 so I'm guessing at most she was 52, but probably was younger than that. The cause of her death seems to be avoided by history. Some reports state that she died of a long illness. What kind of illness is not indicated. Other rumors were that she killed herself due to her husband's blatant disregard for the sanctity of their marriage and her own broken heart over losing his love.

I don't believe this. The Collins women were practical to a fault. Their attitude was: "Everyone has to answer for their own actions. If E.W. was careless this wasn't Virginia herself and he would have to answer to his Creator at Judgement Day for his own indiscretions. One of the last of these ladies past at Shidler when she was 106. Up until the last her home was shiny clean, tatting decorated the tables and even her stove looked to be just polished. When I asked her about it she said,

"Oh, you know I have to have a girl help me, anymore!" It was as if she was apologizing for not doing the work herself.

Sam Collins, brother-in-law to E.W. lived on the corner of 12th and Central only a few blocks away from us. A friend worked for Sam's wife and was with her reading the Bible to her when she passed. This woman too, is gone now, but she told how clean and well organized Sam's wife was. She said one day she spilled a cleaner on the carpet and thought, "Oh no! I'll have to clean that whole carpet." However, the carpet was so clean the cleaning fluid didn't even show where it had been wiped up."

What actual records show is that within two years of her death E.W. had his adoption of Lydie annulled and married her.

Does this seem strange to anyone besides me?

Of course, this sounds strange! The masters of creative marketing for tourism have created a scenario to make the common public interested.

 Maybe this was normal for the 1920's and I'm just not aware of it, but the child advocate in me gets pretty freaked out by this. Especially if you look at the family portrait that is in the history archives, both online and in the museum of the Marland Mansion. The girl, Lydie, in the picture looks to be maybe 9 or 10 years of age, so there were several years at least that E.W. was in the role of her father before he took her as his wife.

And then, there is the trap. You are thinking in the realm of today's world, trying to put that time period and before back to the time of Kings into our world.

I can't help but wonder what was going on in the house prior to the death of Mrs. Virginia Marland. Maybe it's the social worker in me that can't just let it go, but I am really bothered by this. Were the rumors of E.W.'s extramarital affairs with women outside the home, or in the home?

Never in the home. The extramarital affairs were "gifts" to women in these men's way of thinking. Believe it or not, even up until a few years ago there were women who live in the very best part of Ponca because of the generosity of E.W., and that doesn't require speculations, the women themselves alluded to that. All you had to do was ask, but never, no never in the home with their own, who were under their protection. If you stop and think, E.W. and Lydie didn't even share the same bedroom, and that is a fact, left in reality and there for all to see.

Lydie was probably about 16 or 17 when Virginia died. She looks to have been very striking and full of life prior to her marriage to E.W.. Afterwards her appearance in society was much more reserved and she always called him "Mr. Marland" in public. She never had children.

This is a given, no sexual-relations, no children.  Today's world may not accept this, but remember these were people of gallantry and aristocracy and this wasn't at all out of character for them.

To my knowledge she never remarried after E.W. died. I can't help but wonder, was this marriage made for convenience or love?

Now, you begin to open up to what really happened. He tried to protect Lydie in the most legal way possible. She had to be respected more as his wife, more than as his daughter. The lives of the rich and famous aren't at all the wonderful panacea we of little means like to believe. Their lives are fraught with unbelievable terrors which can throw them into all sorts of paranoid behavior, just look at Michael Jackson.

Did E.W. marry her so that she would inherit his entire fortune when he died out of selfless love for her, possibly philanthropy?

You are the first person I've ever heard voice this and I would guess, yes. Remember I wasn't there, but from an educated guess, knowing the Collin's culture, I would say this is highly probable.

Or, were his motivations less chilvalrous?

In pictures Lydie looks sad, or humbled, or something I can't exactly find a word to describe. While away from E.W. it seems she was very lively and spirited with friends and while out of town, but reserved, somber and reclusive while around E.W..

Still, not as shockingly, stark and tortured as Michael Jackson looked.

He must have adored her whether in a fatherly way or a typical "male in love" way because he had paintings and sculptures done of her. After his death she had the remaining statue of herself destroyed and buried on the property near the mansion that he lost with most of his fortune. She never said why, but she was embarrassed about the statue. I think it's because the statue had her wearing clothes that were more revealing than any modest woman would want. The clothes looked clingy and thin, revealing certain areas of her body very well.

With no way to know for sure I would say you can torture yourself no more with the above conclusion. I remember my own cousin, of the Collins', father employed an artist to do a series of pin-up girls for her to hang all along her bedroom wall. They were clad in sheer, see through fabrics, but of course without revealing actual body parts, and this is how the statue is done, sensual but tastefully discreet.

I can see Lydie destroying the statue. I've done the same myself with artwork.

 "You don't like me, you don't appreciate, and you won't see this anymore." I've known other Collins women to do the same.

My cousin put a 50 year block on the sale of a beautiful home after her death that fell into total ruin for the same reason. One must understand the thinking of a family and their reasoning. It may not be your own, or mine for that matter, but it is the truth.

They have recovered, reassembled and restored the statue now and from what I remember, I would also have been embarrassed if it were me. It might as well of been a nude. Again, something that just doesn't sit well with me.

Again, the difference in thinking. I have no embarrassment whatsoever with the statue. The artist in my soul? To me, the totality of its beauty warms my heart and not lower sensual emotions.

In about 1930, only two years after his mansion was completed and given as a gift to his new wife, he was no longer able to afford the utility bills. They moved into either the Butlers quarters or the artist studio which is where Lydie lived while in Ponca until her death in 1987.

So began the final stage before death. E.W. had syphoned money off the wealthy and brought jobs to the people of Ponca City with building and works, now he was living as he wished to live, quietly without needing a massive place to entertain. A small cottage was adequate to meet his needs before death, although if you have seen the "cottage" you will agree it wasn't exactly an impoverished existance.

She seemed ashamed, according to almost everyone who knew her, or met her. She was very reclusive, lived in solitude except for about 20 years when she suddenly packed up and left town.

No, never ashamed. One lady tells how, after her return,  a gala was going on at the mansion and the governor sent her a large bouquet of white roses.

"Please, take them and put them where the people can enjoy them." She directed them.

Again, the duty and commitment to "the people."

These are all little clues to tell of their real thinking

and the truth of the matter.

She reportedly was something of a political activist, and only returned to Ponca City to ask the City of Ponca to purchase the Marland Mansion when it was going to be sold for the third or fourth time. 

This brings a smile to my face as I remember my Collins grandmother.  Political activist is somewhat a mild term compared to their fiery dedication to their political beliefs. :)

 he rest of her life she remained in Ponca and kept to herself. According to the people that met her she lived as a recluse till the day she died. She didn't get out much and was rarely seen in the town or outside her home. Not much is really known about her, except that she lived and died in solitude. She was reportedly nice, and seemed to be both grateful and generous with what she had. Her life, by all indications, was lonely. Whether this was self-inflicted or not remains a mystery. If there was ever another love in her life is also a mystery. What she was truly like, why she married E.W., how she really felt about him, what her hopes and dreams looked like, all mysteries she took to her grave. If anyone knows any of these answers and would care to illuminate me, I would love to have the gaps filled in.

I would have been more able to fill gaps if I had not been so young and too much like the Collins myself, when she was trying to make contact with me. I had no idea of the connection between family at that time.

Now all I can do is go on what I know and not what she could have told me. This makes me sad to think about it.

Donna Colleen Jones Flood

home page:

http://stonescry.tripod.com/

Author Donna Flood  Added On Fri Nov 06th,2009
Rating (0)  Category Area Communities (towns and villages)
 Double Funeral, Fairfax, Ranching Community
 

Hazel Gamble & Harold Gamble

Fairfax cemetery is outstanding in portraying the personalities of the folks in that area. None of the markers are neglected and so many have outstanding

care. The love these strong descendants of a pioneering ranching community had for their own is easy to see. One could almost visualize a family member lingering over a marker before leaving large, beautiful arrangements of flowers.

We gathered in a pavilion under a dark sky heavy with clouds on October 15, 2009. Harold Gamble and his wife Hazel Gamble services were attended by two different ministers at different times on the same day. Hazel died and within hours Harold had a heart attack and went with her.

Standing in a large number were men from the community in sharp Levi jeans, expensive 3x Beaver hats, and leather riding boots. This alone was a story to tell of Harold's standing and work in that area. Their wives were seated and they all had touches of the western influence in their dress. There were expensive leather coats, one coat of a Pendelton look, soft leather looking mocassin like shoes, and other subtle statements telling of their lives. This is a place where there were people, who were not faint or feeble. Their clothing marked them as someone, who was up to the rugged environment, and were determined to survive. The pride in their costume told this.

The minister was kind and short in his words possible due to the fall chill that was on the air. It was obvious he knew Harold well and seemed to remember incidents, when they worked together, with pleasure. He told of the time their truck stalled on a low water bridge with a wall of water coming in their direction. He remembered with a sigh how the men around them came to their aid to push them out and allow them to escape before the flood swept through.

Hazel's minister in the afternoon left a loving tribute to her in his description of her as a person dedicated in devotion to the comfort and care of people. He pointed out, in a subtle way, how she could be a model for all to follow.

Her memory card said, "A lady who loved and was loved by many and who touched lives for their good." I hope you will read about this inspiring lady:

http://www.electricscotland.com/history/america/donna/crafts/crafts11.htm

Author Donna Flood  Added On Thu Oct 15th,2009
Rating (0)  Category Current Affairs
 God's Advice on Marriage
 

Marriage, God's Advice

Psalms 25:4

Make me know your own ways, Teach me your paths.

The psalmist expressed an acceptance, so many years ago that told he, even though anointed and a King, still had to have direction, and from what other greater source than from God.

Certainly these are the days and times, when we too must reach for a higher understanding in order to sail through the choppy waters of this world's

status or status quo regarding marriage, as it were.

Contrary to commonality of opinion, in a world composed of persons lacking noble or knightly rank, there is sage advice in the scriptures. At this time there are many in my family, extended and close, who are having to make decisions constantly, on this level. For that reason, and because there is so much material in the scriptures I want to do a series on marriage. Lengthy reading, anymore, is not possible; therefore, a shorter page, one after another is the goal.

Isaiah 48: 17-18

This is what Jehovah has said, your Repurchaser, The Holy one of Israel: I Jehovah am your God, the one teaching you to benefit [yourself], the One causing you to tread in the way in which you should walk. 18. O if only you would actually pay attention to my commandments! Then your peace would become just like a river and your righteousness like the waves of the sea.

The apostle Paul made a specific point of counsel. He said, "Let marriage be honorable among all." (Hebrews 13:4)

What does that mean? The word "honorable": implies that something is esteemed and precious. And that is exactly how Jehovah views marriage–he esteems it as precious. A man and his wife already know this. Marriage is precious, even sacred. Take your Bible out and read, Matthew 19:4-9, be curious enough to see how strongly God feels about marriage and divorce.

Author Donna Flood  Added On Tue Oct 13th,2009
Rating (0)  Category Homilies
 Uncle Parrish's Wake
 

We sped past White Eagle reservation in Mother's old Buick. This sunset on the prairie was only as spectacular as they always are. Trees in black silhouette and framed the bottom part of a picture while the culmination of the day was rewarded with vibrant colors across the sky. The sunset seemed appropriate as we were now ready to turn off the highway strip of cement to what was always and had been,  quiet country, gravel, road to where Uncle Parrish was resting at his wake in state before  burial. The road was usually, greatly untraveled; however, this evening a fog of dust was present over and around the road from the cars moving, some slowly, others, not so slow.

"There has been so much traffic today the dogs are too tired to bark anymore. They just lay there and watch the cars go by." Commented

a niece of Uncle Parrish's.

This area was suddenly  altogether different from the wide expanses of prairie we just left. Here was a hidden little grotto like place, where trees grow in profusion along the banks of a slowly meandering river.

Uncle Parrish's house was at the end of this road and it was totally surrounded by the many cars parked all around. The only thing to break the dense darkness was the full moon, the car lights, and a huge bonfire toward the side of the house. A number of large tents had been erected, where people were congregated. I felt as if we had stepped through a portal back to the Ponca's old way of life. Suddenly, in my mind, I could see the encampment of this family's ancient clan. They were gathered here close to the river where the bottom lands must have offered them a bit of a retreat from the winds of the prairie.

Through the darkness a soft spoken young woman reached her hands out to take the pewter pot full of large bright flowers just picked from my yard.

"Please put it close to his casket?" I asked.

She nodded, smiled. but spoke not a word and this was pleasant, as well, going to the peaceful ways of the Ponca. Too much wordiness can lead to misunderstanding, and this is to be avoided at all costs. The knowledge of this reasoning might have been lost, but the custom had not,

and this is but one small facet practiced by that peaceful society of the tribe.

I stood there with the two small sacks of groceries.

"Let me help you." Another woman stepped out of the shadows from the tables, where she had obviously been working on food service for the crowd.

"This is for the ones who sit up tonight? Please tell his niece I was here."

"I will." The lovely, black haired Native woman assured me.

My mission was completed, but while I was leaving one of Uncle Parrish's relatives was walking toward his house. She hugged me and spoke of my own Mother. who had passed only a year ago.

As I picked my way over the rough ground toward my car, somehow my own cares and worries of the day slipped away from me. It must be true then, "part of us goes with them." In this way, once more, Uncle Parrish comforted me. The only sadness now is to see the disappearance of our old ones and their gentle traditions.

As we found our way back over the winding road, this time we had a full view of the river. The moonlight above made its surface a shimmering wide, silver ribbon.

"The gifts of our Creator's handiwork are all around and in such abundance. What other purchased "things" can even come close?" I muttered to myself, and to our small entourage of family in the car.

Author Donna Flood  Added On Wed Oct 07th,2009
Rating (0)  Category Misc.
All Articles 
 
 
  Login Here
 
Username
Password
Signup Now
Forgot password
 
 
  Top Rated
 
UK Short Break -...
10 Reasons For...
Desecration of...
From the view of a...
Scottish Senior...
Ponca Pow, 2008,...
Ancient Sayings
Alfred Smith's Art...
How I Tell You
Quick meal...
 
 
  Most Popular
 
Scottish Sunrise
Growing Wheat Grass
Service Launch
Douglas...
Utensils for cooking
John D. Jones
Scotland
Saving on purchases...
Okefenokee
aromas of harvest
 
 
  Sponsor
 
 
   
 
   
 HOME | LOGIN | SIGNUP
SUBMIT AN ARTICLE | SEARCH ARTICLES | ALL ARTICLES
TERMS OF USE | PRIVACY POLICY | LEGAL POLICY | CONTACT US
PHP Article Management Script