Dwayne Methvin ,daughter of Paulagean Wadley, Mrs. Wilfred King. Adah
Gertrude Jones Wadley is the grandmother to this girl. She is the wife of
Dwayne Methvin of Dallas, Tx.
George Wilfred King, father of Marlese, passed away, age 80, Tuesday
morning, January 17, 2006 at the Memorial hospital of Texas County in
He was the son of George Solon and Laura Edith (Copeland) King. George
Wilfred was born May 10, 1925 at Waca, Texas.
George and his wife Paulagean Gertrude Wadley were married June 27, 1948
at Kerrick, Tx. He worked for Phillips Petroleum and retired 1985. They
had four children and they were:
1. Danese King Lindsay and spouse Bill Lindsay, Kansas
2. Chris King, Colorado
3. Marlese King Methvin, Oklahoma
4. Keith King & spouse Tami
It would catch people out on their way to
town or back home. They could not see to travel and would have to stop at
the side of the road. With handkerchiefs over their nose and mouth they
would be trying to breathe. The road you had traveled one day would be
covered the next day with sand drifted as high as the car. You would have
to take to the fields to get around and find your way. The wind would blow
the soil away until you could not see where the point of the plow had made
the furrow. Fences were completely covered over by the sand. But, we
toiled on. We hung wet blankets over the windows where before curtains had
hung, just to be able to breathe more freely. Some days were so bad you
couldn't cook a meal. For days and days we took the dirt out by the
scoopful. We were in Boise City when one of these bad ones came. We ran
for the hotel there when Dan came out of the drug store and saw it coming
from the north. By the time he set the brakes on the car, run across the
street to the hotel it hit. In a few minutes it was darker than midnight.
They turned on the lights and you could hardly see the lights, just a
small glow was visible. If you struck a match it would go right out. You
couldn't see your hand in front of you. We stayed until between one and
two a.m. We started to go home and had to turn back, only to almost not be
able to find our way back. Finally, we left to go home again. We found a
family about half way between Kerrick and Boise City, stranded. The
electricity was gone out of their car and it would no longer go.
We finally did get home. This was when we
were living in the Santa Fe house. We could hardly get the door open. When
we finally did we saw everything was covered with sand. You couldn't tell
if there was a carpet on the floor or not. We scooped the dirt out the
next morning with a scoop shovel. We would clean up one day and the next
day the sand would be all back again. One day the wind would bring it in
from the south and the next day it would come from the north.
The Kerrick, Texas people are a wonderful
bunch of people and we all stuck it out together.
We had Sunday school every afternoon and on
Sundays there was church. I felt God was using me and blessing me with his
word as a guide, in union with Sunday school for over twenty one years of
the adult Bible class. I hated to leave since we had built a comfortable
home there, but Woodson and Paulagean my grown children, had married and
we wanted to be closer to them so we wouldn't be so far away for them to
care for as we grew older.
Walker Taylor bought our home and wanted to
move right in since school was starting. We moved and went to Guymond,
Oklahoma looking for a house. We found a house that had belonged to Grady
Thompson at 802 W. 5th street. I said, "You mean this house is for
sale? What is wrong with it?" I had always admired the house ever
since it was first built. When we came inside I was disappointed. It
seemed so small inside. My husband said we had to move and it was the best
we could do for the time. So, we moved and I shed many tears.
Dan was thinking of building a new home. We
talked of it many times. The Lord took him home, and I am left in this
house alone. It is too big now, and lonely. God only knows what my next
pioneer place will be. I hope it will be on to the Glory land, and that
can't be too many years away.
Mrs. Dan T. Wadley
Adah Gertrude Jones Wadley, April 16, 1968