Kit Carson County, Colorado |
Delancy D. and Olive M. (Folsom) Dean , 7S 42W
These are some of Merritt Dean’s memories. “My father, DeLancey Deville Dean, (and mother, Olive Folsom) moved to Tulsa from Mountain Grove, Mo. Because his brother-in-law, Morris Pyle needed some dependable ‘back up’ in his real estate, construction and contracting business. Uncle Morris was married to dad’s sister, Dora, and besides the collateral of her diamond ring, Morris had lots of guts, know-how and faith in himself. My oldest brother, Ora, went down in 1916 with a wagon, a team of horses, $5 and a collie dog. The collie caught chickens, rabbits and other animals, which they ate. But the $5 was gone by the time they reached the Verdigris River, and Ora drove across the railroad bridge because he didn’t have the quarter to pay for the ferry. Uncle Morris was busy developing the flood plain on the west side of the Arkansas River. The river comes east from Keystone in an east by north direction but drops almost due south at 11th and Union in Tulsa. Dad and some of the older members of the family drove down in wagons but I was a baby (and the youngest of nine children) and came by train. Uncle Morris was building houses all over town. Ora drove a sand wagon and my brother, Jim, drove a snatch team (horses in harness) that pulled the wagons filled with sand off the riverbank and onto the firm road surface. I was born in 1917, so I was really small when we came to town. Ora kept working horses; for many years he was engaged for road building, leveling, earth moving and hauling. He also raised game roosters and followed the cockfights. The Dean boys must have worked together a total of 200 years for the Texaco Refinery. I retired in 1979 with 34 years of service, despite the fact that when I was 28, I fell from a tower at the Texas Co., 40 feet, onto my head. I broke both arms, ruptured my spleen and kidneys, suffered a severe brain concussion. I had to have bone transplanted from my leg to one of my arms. The arm still looks funny and maybe I can’t tell whether I’m throwing or kicking, but still I can hold a golf club firmly and set a good drive. And if anyone asks my why I sound funny, I’ve always got the excuse that I fell on my head. It took me over three years to recover from that accident. I married Aleene Wheeling who was from Quapaw, but she graduated from Central High School. We have a son, Michael and a daughter, Patricia, and two grandsons, two granddaughters, two great-grandsons and one great-granddaughter. I graduated from Clinton High School in Red Fork in 1935. |
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