Daisy (McConnell Family Dog)
This picture was taken in Lone Wolf, Oklahoma.
Nellie, Clarence. Linda (holding our dog Daisy) &
Janice.
We don’t have but a very few pictures with Daisy our
Cocker Spaniel in them. Daisy was our dog for many
years. The story that goes with how we came about
having Daisy :
When we lived at Luther, Oklahoma for a brief time,
Daddy had gone to Wilson one day to the store. When he
had finished his business and went to get back in the car to go home, Daisy was in the front seat and she would not get out. He just brought her home. We tried to find out if she belonged to anyone. We ran a add in the local paper and had no luck so we just made her our dog. When we moved back to Lone Wolf we took Daisy with us and she lived for many years. She was a really good dog and we all loved her very much. When Daisy died we buried her in the back yard under a tree. This is where we buried all the little birds that died as well. Linda and I would have a little funeral for them.
Stories By Janice (McConnell)Cowan
Our Little Black Dog "Daisy"
Oklahoma Transfer Company
This was one of the Teams that both
Grandpa Zinn and Daddy used to deliver freight from the train station to different business places around Hobart and the surrounding area.
I would call this a early trucking business. I find it very special that Daddy would have a trucking business from the very beginning.
Of course Daddy did many other things in his lifetime. He owned and operated a couple of café’s in Hobart and bought, sold and hauled a lot of cattle, sheep and many loads of hay.
After Daddy had his heart attack and was not able to work anymore he bought a building in downtown Lone Wolf and put in Surplus Store. He had all kinds of things in that store but most of all it was something to keep him busy. He had worked hard all his life and it was pretty hard for him to just stop working. He had the store until the time of his death and after he died we had a auction and sold the stuff and the building so Mother would not have to mess with it.
Below is a couple of the trucks that Daddy used in his trucking business. Over the years all of the boys, Lloyd, Kenneth and Johnny and Vernard his nephew drove with Daddy Uncle Leland, Daddy’s only brother also drove a truck with him. From what I can gather from several sources Daddy was pretty particular about who drove his trucks and I know that he was sure picky about how a load of hay was stacked. On more than one occasion I hear that he made the boys unload and stack the load again. I would think that did not happen to many times.
Post Cards From The Past
For many years I have had this collection of postcards that Mother has kept since she was a little girl. Most of them are dated in 1910 and 1911. They are from an assortment of family and friends. I can remember looking at these cards since I was a little girl. I thought it would be a good story for my book of memories.
I read a story in a book about post cards and thought I would just share the memory of these with everyone. The cards reveal a part of the past that is really exciting and tells some of how things were in those days. I can just think back in my imagination as to what was going on in her life in those days. She would have been a small little girl of four or five years old when they were written. Life was so simple back then. They were from her Papa (our Grandfather Wylie Zinn) and from cousins and friends as well.
Just looking at these old cards showing both comical illustrations as well as patriotic symbols and cards for all occasions. I decided that I would just do a little research about such cards and found that the post card originated in Austria in 1869. The first card sent in the United States was around 1873. The postal department required one entire side of the card to be used for the address leaving only a small part of the card for the actual message. Then the front of the card was the greeting. They were so colorful and had such really cute pictures on them. Unfortunately the first boom in postcard production ended with the start of World War I. It was shortly after then when greeting cards came along. People also begin to take snapshots with their new found cameras to send to friends and family.
One of the most special cards that I found in this collection of about 50 cards was one that mother had received from her Papa. I can just make it out. The card is a real pretty color of green in the background and has a little girl with long blonde hair standing at a door and she has a bouquet of red flowers and a little dog at her feet that has a basket of flowers in his mouth. The says “Best Wishes” and under that in his handwriting it has Nellie Zinn. On the back of the card is written:
Hobart, Okla. Hello Sister, Papa wood (spelled just that way) like awful well to see you to and Mama. Papa was awful tired when he got here, we come awful slow when we was in the wagon. But when we got on the train we went “toot toot”. Stella wanted to know about you why you didn’t come with me.
From your Papa to Nellie Zinn.
This card was sent to Nellie Zinn from Edna Cox:
I am picking cotton and the most I have picked in a day
was 120 pounds. Walk 3 miles a day get your eats and dinner.
There is a really cute little card form Aunt Dennie
The card has a little girl sitting under a tree with a large white rabbit in her lap and a small one beside her with a hat full of Easter eggs and little chicks. It says Loving Easter Greetings. On this card was a little poem:(not the card pictured above)
I Love You Big
I Love You Like A Little Pig
From your Aunt Dennie Ward to
Little Nellie Zinn
I have enjoyed just looking at these cards and reading the names of who all sent them to mother. There were cards from Grandpa Zinn, Grandmother Ward, Aunt Arlie Ward, Aunt Dennie Ward, Uncle Texas Ward, Uncle Bud Lee, Gladys Cox, Uncle Charley, Nettie Price,
In today’s busy life we just email or pick up the phone and call which is nice but the cards from the past are so special because one can enjoy them many times over and just think about how simple and uncluttered the lives of our ancestors must have been. Not that times were not hard I am sure they were but also times were meaningful and that is really special to remember and most of all “Memories That Last Forever”.
