Great Grandpa Timothy Nimrod Stone
This was information Ira Cowen wrote down for me several years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
Memories of My Grandpa Stone!!!
I remernber Grandpa!~
Let me describe him to you, he was over six feet in stature and surely must have been a strong man both physically and mentally i always looked at him as a cowboy He always wore a White John B.Stetson hat, I believe the hat was the first thing he put on upon arising each morning. his face was tanned a nd with a square chin and piercing eyes and a beautiful handlebar mustache with a pipe clenched in his teeth he really looked the part of the wild west we read about and see in the movies, yet he was the kindess and gentile man i ever seen never recall ever him loosing his temper, he was soft spoken and though uneducated he could supervise a crew of men and they would enjoy working, even as much as i detested having to work but he could get me to work and enjoy it.
during the oil boom around seminole, Ok. he had teams of dray they were huge horses and he move oil field equipment it was tough work no hard surface to work on only mud always ankle deep.
It was after he retired and moved to San Diego, Ca. that i have the fondest memories of him, he loved to come to our home and stay with us he loved western stories and after breakfast he would load his pipe with prince albert tobacco lean his chair back against the wall and we would take turns reading westerns to him for hours and even though he could not read or write i would skip some of the less important parts but he would notice it and make me read all of it, one morning i took my brother to work and grandpa said stop at the store and pick up some books and i saw a spicy western and included it in our regular western books, well he got settled in his chair and his pipe lit and i was the first to read, i started out rather innocent and then i got to some spice he puffed his pipe and said" naw son the west wasn't like that he failed to remember i spent six months in the nineteen and thirties right in among the roping riding and branding cowboys and sheep herders who would come into town looking for a fight. anyway he loved anything to do with cows, horses and roping and riding, we would take him to a rodeo which he enjoyed.
I remember he would tell me about when he was a teenager, he worked hauling freight by freight wagon from Ft Smith, Arkansas to muskogee, Indian territory, before oklahoma was a state.
He would have to spend a night in ft smith, his boss because of grandpa being to young to go into the salons ask the owner of the saloon who was a good friend of grandpas boss ask the saloon owner to let grandpa sit over in a comer of the saloon, but he could not be served drinks because of his age. Some where or somehow grandpa became acquainted with the woman Belle Starr who was a leader of a gang of outlaws who took refuge out side of the law in the Indian Territory because grandpa was so young and was known by all of the guards at the state line, they would
not search grandpas wagon for contraband or whiskey which was prohibited from transportation into the Indian Territory, Belle Starr becoming aware that grandpas wagons was not searched for illegal contraband, she would hide a couple gallons of whiskey in the freight and ride offinto the woods.
Some where along his route and before he would arrive at Muskogee, Belle Starr would ride out of the trees take her two gallons of whiskey and disappear back into the woods.
One night during grandpas layover at ft smith grandpa was in the theatre which was above the saloon a woman of the night came and set down by him and i assume was trying to entice him when Belle Starr appeared from no where and took the woman and said" don't you ever let me catch you bothering this boy again.
Most of our time spent with Grandpa Stone was spent reading wild west stories and not swapping stories
Memories of My Grandpa Stone!!!
I remernber Grandpa!~
Let me describe him to you, he was over six feet in stature and surely must have been a strong man both physically and mentally i always looked at him as a cowboy He always wore a White John B.Stetson hat, I believe the hat was the first thing he put on upon arising each morning. his face was tanned a nd with a square chin and piercing eyes and a beautiful handlebar mustache with a pipe clenched in his teeth he really looked the part of the wild west we read about and see in the movies, yet he was the kindess and gentile man i ever seen never recall ever him loosing his temper, he was soft spoken and though uneducated he could supervise a crew of men and they would enjoy working, even as much as i detested having to work but he could get me to work and enjoy it.
during the oil boom around seminole, Ok. he had teams of dray they were huge horses and he move oil field equipment it was tough work no hard surface to work on only mud always ankle deep.
It was after he retired and moved to San Diego, Ca. that i have the fondest memories of him, he loved to come to our home and stay with us he loved western stories and after breakfast he would load his pipe with prince albert tobacco lean his chair back against the wall and we would take turns reading westerns to him for hours and even though he could not read or write i would skip some of the less important parts but he would notice it and make me read all of it, one morning i took my brother to work and grandpa said stop at the store and pick up some books and i saw a spicy western and included it in our regular western books, well he got settled in his chair and his pipe lit and i was the first to read, i started out rather innocent and then i got to some spice he puffed his pipe and said" naw son the west wasn't like that he failed to remember i spent six months in the nineteen and thirties right in among the roping riding and branding cowboys and sheep herders who would come into town looking for a fight. anyway he loved anything to do with cows, horses and roping and riding, we would take him to a rodeo which he enjoyed.
I remember he would tell me about when he was a teenager, he worked hauling freight by freight wagon from Ft Smith, Arkansas to muskogee, Indian territory, before oklahoma was a state.
He would have to spend a night in ft smith, his boss because of grandpa being to young to go into the salons ask the owner of the saloon who was a good friend of grandpas boss ask the saloon owner to let grandpa sit over in a comer of the saloon, but he could not be served drinks because of his age. Some where or somehow grandpa became acquainted with the woman Belle Starr who was a leader of a gang of outlaws who took refuge out side of the law in the Indian Territory because grandpa was so young and was known by all of the guards at the state line, they would
not search grandpas wagon for contraband or whiskey which was prohibited from transportation into the Indian Territory, Belle Starr becoming aware that grandpas wagons was not searched for illegal contraband, she would hide a couple gallons of whiskey in the freight and ride offinto the woods.
Some where along his route and before he would arrive at Muskogee, Belle Starr would ride out of the trees take her two gallons of whiskey and disappear back into the woods.
One night during grandpas layover at ft smith grandpa was in the theatre which was above the saloon a woman of the night came and set down by him and i assume was trying to entice him when Belle Starr appeared from no where and took the woman and said" don't you ever let me catch you bothering this boy again.
Most of our time spent with Grandpa Stone was spent reading wild west stories and not swapping stories
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