Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how
He plays that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
You know he likes his money he don't mind the smell
James Fleming, post: 441741, member: 136 wrote: Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how
He plays that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
You know he likes his money he don't mind the smell
Choctaw Bingo is the State Song of Oklahoma. 😉
As I understand it half my bloodline is Scots (a small fishing village in Fyfe), the other half a mix of northern Irish (Ulster) and English (Yorkshire and Northumberland)
I would be interested to know if anyone had been sleeping around and there was any Maori or Pacific Islands in the mix
Funny story about "ancestry":
My youngest son and I started almost twenty years ago piecing together our dotted heritage. I think my first subscription to Ancestry,com was $19,95 a year.
After a few years we had put together a good framework and my son noticed a toggle on their website where you could look up "Famous" people that occupied one's tree. He called one evening and was upset by the fact that an accomplished gentlemen by the name of George Washington Carver was somehow mixed into his lineage.
I got on line and looked...and Carver was NOT in my tree...My son couldn't understand how that could be. I had to explain to him he needed to call his mother (my long divorced first wife) and ask her...not me. 😉
paden cash, post: 441739, member: 20 wrote: McMinn Co., TN to Parker Co., TX and then to Wilbarger Co., TX and THEN across the Rio Roxo to Jefferson & Cotton Co., OT. And you might be right about the local laws. This side of my family was particularly proud of their ability to produce distilled corn liquor and the liquor laws were a little less stringent in the OT.
Having spent some time recently in Wilbarger County, Texas, I would suspect that your family may not have really intended to move to Oklahoma, but just took a wrong turn and ended up there, wrongly concluding that a tornado blew it away when they couldn't find their house.
Nate The Surveyor, post: 441652, member: 291 wrote: So, it's "Cousin Kent"...for now!
Well that's better than Cousin Itt.
paden cash, post: 441739, member: 20 wrote: McMinn Co., TN to Parker Co., TX and then to Wilbarger Co., TX and THEN across the Rio Roxo to Jefferson & Cotton Co., OT. And you might be right about the local laws. This side of my family was particularly proud of their ability to produce distilled corn liquor and the liquor laws were a little less stringent in the OT.
appears that they couldn't stand the heat and/or the Baptists in Tejas.
All of this reminds me of a story told by a former supervisor many years ago. He was born in 1943. He had a cousin who was nearly the exact same age. One day while fishing with his father and his uncle (the father of said cousin) he learned how his uncle had been in the thick of World War II from Pearl Harbor to near the end in 1945 and had never been able to return to the States during that period. Later he asked his Dad why Uncle Whomever wouldn't admit to getting to come home at any point, especially since Cousin Whomever, Jr. had been born in 1943. Dad had to straighten him out a little on the facts of life and how sometimes things you think you know for certain aren't really very certain at all.
Frank Shelton, post: 441757, member: 272 wrote: appears that they couldn't stand the heat and/or the Baptists in Tejas.
The only difference between the Baptists and Methodists around here is the Methodists will at least say howdy to you when you see them at the liquor store.
paden cash, post: 441747, member: 20 wrote: Funny story about "ancestry"
Some of the trees that subscribers to ancestry.com have assembled and posted are obviously wrong.
One side of my family came from a part of England just at the edge of Wales known as Herefordshire and with the surname Pugh were probably originally Welsh. Several generations were born and married spouses who also had been born in Herefordshire before the line departed for America in the 1840s.
However, some well meaning soul had determined that one fellow who was born in 1739 had really been born in Hereford, Pennsylvania. That produced the wierd report that one David Pugh was born in Hereford, Pennsylvania in 1739, had married a woman also born in Hereford, PA, their son had been born in Herefordshire, UK, and both parents had died in Hereford, PA.
I'm not saying that your son isn't related to George Washington Carver, but it would be entirely understandable that someone from Oklahoma might want to improve the basic facts of their existence a bit.
James Fleming, post: 441741, member: 136 wrote: Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how
He plays that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
You know he likes his money he don't mind the smell
What about the rest of the story? I remember something about a pipe rail gate in there somewhere.
paden cash, post: 441654, member: 20 wrote: maybe...but I would more likely imagine back then we threw rocks at each other from opposite sides of the loch.
Probably where your surveying roots originated.
Must have made significant rock mounds (monuments) in those early informative years tossing all those rocks about.
Where's Maury Povich when he's really needed? "With respect to 18 month-old, Roderick, Angus...............YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER!!!!!?"
I am close friends with an entire family that traces one line of its ancestry back to a young boy from Europe who was a stowaway on a ship to America over 150 years ago. He admitted late in life that he made up a new name for himself when he was discovered too late to turn the ship around. He never told anyone his birth name or the location where he had lived prior to magically appearing on the ship.
There is an approximately 65 year-old man somewhere, presumably, who missed his mother's funeral last week. She had worked in a lowly clerical position for a very influential and wealthy fellow upon graduating high school. Within a year there was a mysterious pregnancy and the fellow generously saw to it that the baby was put into the adoption process roughly 1500 miles away. His wife and family supposedly assumed the young woman had a secret boyfriend. A couple of years later when she married the man she would share a 60th wedding anniversary with she told him the full story. He had had some water go under his bridge, you might say, so her history was ignored. Nevertheless, this couple's first born somehow learned of his half-sibling. He somewhat secretly wanted to search for the half-sibling but decided to wait until both parents were deceased. That plan failed when cancer took him sooner than either parent.
Just saying..................not everything reported or written down is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Kent McMillan, post: 441787, member: 3 wrote: Some of the trees that subscribers to ancestry.com have assembled and posted are obviously wrong.
One side of my family came from a part of England just at the edge of Wales known as Herefordshire and with the surname Pugh were probably originally Welsh. Several generations were born and married spouses who also had been born in Herefordshire before the line departed for America in the 1840s.
However, some well meaning soul had determined that one fellow who was born in 1739 had really been born in Hereford, Pennsylvania. That produced the wierd report that one David Pugh was born in Hereford, Pennsylvania in 1739, had married a woman also born in Hereford, PA, their son had been born in Herefordshire, UK, and both parents had died in Hereford, PA.
I'm not saying that your son isn't related to George Washington Carver, but it would be entirely understandable that someone from Oklahoma might want to improve the basic facts of their existence a bit.
Funny Kent.
Yes, you need to be careful with the details. It's too easy to add someone (or a bit of documentation) only to realize your ancestor died before his wife was born.
Holy Cow, post: 441801, member: 50 wrote: Where's Maury Povich when he's really needed? "With respect to 18 month-old, Roderick, Angus...............YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER!!!!!?" Just saying..................not everything reported or written down is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
So true.
I had a great uncle, brother of my grandmother and one of 13 children. I remember him from when I was a boy. Always a gent when he did, but he came to very few family get-togethers. The few photos we have of all the siblings, he is either "hiding" in the back row or absent. Although my mother knew the story it wasn't repeated until after his passing. Uncle Bert seemed like an odd egg for sure.
My great grandfather had traveled west from Tennessee with two or three of his oldest sons and I'm guessing the plan was to send for the rest of the family after a grubstake had been procured. Along the way they encountered another family in distress with either wagon or mule troubles (there are a few different stories, all probably flawed). What did happen was that my g-grandfather allowed this family's oldest boy (of around 12 or 13 years) to travel on with him and his sons. The family accepted Uncle Bert and few words were ever spoken about it. They all made it to Weatherford, TX and the rest is, to coin a phrase, history.
In my family tree Uncle Bert occupies a slot as a brother of my grandmother and born in McMinn County, TN...all probably false. I have not documented or repeated the story of his 'assimilation' into the family. The way I see it he earned that slot. 😉
Kent McMillan, post: 441787, member: 3 wrote: One side of my family came from a part of England just at the edge of Wales known as Herefordshire and with the surname Pugh were probably originally Welsh. Several generations were born and married spouses who also had been born in Herefordshire before the line departed for America in the 1840s.
I can corroborate this. As a nipper (aged 3 to 8) we lived in England in a village called Kempsey in Worcestershire, next door to Herefordhsire. One of our neighbors, a lovely elderly couple, had the surname Pugh (pronounced "pew" as in the planks of wood you sit on in church). There's two things I remember about them, one being that they had a mid twenties daughter who married a man much older than her, causing much gossip (the other involved a fake plastic deuce that me and my brother hid under their coffee table one Christmas).
paden cash, post: 441637, member: 20 wrote: For $99 you can make every ancestor of yours a liar by discounting all the stories told to you as a child about "who came from where".
$99 phffft... all I have to do is look up prison records.;)
BTW, Unc, are you having some sort of identity crisis? 🙂 Cripes we have one poster who has a dual personality, and now you who can't figger out who you is.
FL/GA PLS., post: 441995, member: 379 wrote: $99 phffft... all I have to do is look up prison records.;)
BTW, Unc, are you having some sort of identity crisis? 🙂 Cripes we have one poster who has a dual personality, and now you who can't figger out who you is.
My whole life has been an "identity" crisis....
I actually share (exact) names with a felon convicted of violence toward a LEO (it makes traffic stops uncomfortable for me), a State Representative, a guy that won't pay his credit card bills...and a dead guy. I was once mailed (to MY address) a copy of an arrest warrant for one of them. That was an interesting phone call to the sheriff's office.
When the world depended on SSNs, things were usually pretty easy to sort out. A few years ago it seems as though SSNs were out and one's DOB became the go to number for ID. One of the 'other guys' has or had a birthday within 2 days of mine...
In retrospect I'm not so sure a fellow with a such common name might not be better off relocating to some sparsely populated region in Kansas. 😉
edit: Oh, and there is one of "me" here in Norman. Although he resides at a different address, our house street numbers are the same numbers, with just two transposed. We meet each other annually to exchange Christmas gifts that UPS and DHL have delivered to the wrong person. He's a nice guy but he's never in a very good mood.
Dave Karoly, post: 441676, member: 94 wrote: Everyone from south of the Mason-Dixon Line has at least 1/8 Cherokee according to them.
It's Chocktaw and it's 1/32 thank you very much. 🙂
But, the supposed ancestor is typically said to be an Indian princess. I watched about 100,000 Westerns in my youth and not once do I recall ever seeing one of the white people made up to supposedly be an Indian described as an "Indian princess".
