I was born in the Chickasaw Nation, on Roaring
Creek, in 1879.
My father was a farmer and trader. He raised
corn to feed his cows, horses, hogs and chickens. He bought his supplies at
In 1886, when I was seven years old, I went to
stay with my Grandmother Moncrief, who lived on the Little Washita River, about
three miles south of where the Fred post office was. My grandmother had one of
the first herds of Durham cattle that there was in the country and her brand was
M+. The country was all open, but her cattle never strayed far.
My grandmother was a widow, and the cowboys
were kind enough to keep a watch over her cattle, even though they never worked
for her. If they would find one of her cows several miles from home, they would
bring or send it back. That is one outstanding thing about the frontier men;
they would all help, and respect women.
Dave and Scott COOK had the post office at
Fred, and they ran a general merchandise store. Mail was delivered at Fred about
once a week, being carried in a stage coach or hack. From Fred the stage coach
went to Anadarko, and then back on its way to Pauls Valley and Caddo.
I went to school in a little one-room
cottonwood box house in Fred. The benches we sat on and the tables we used for
desks were made of cottonwood; the lumber used to build our school house and
desks came from Bitter Creek, where there was a sawmill.
There were about twenty five school children
going to school at Fred and most all of them rode to school horseback. Our
teacherís name was Bud GIBBS. Our school books were made by McGuffey and we
used a slate instead of pencil and paper.
All of the children brought their lunches,
which consisted mostly of biscuits and meat.
After going to school at Fred several terms I
was sent to Sacred Heart, a Catholic Missionary School in the Pottawatomie
County. I was treated very nice there, and they fed us good. After going to
school there one term, I quit school.
In 1895, when I was sixteen years old, I
saddled my horse and made a trip to Texas by myself, hunting work. The people
along the way whom I stayed overnight with treated me nice, fed me and my horse
and never charged me anything.
I got a job in Texas working on a big cattle
ranch, and stayed there one year then returned to my parentís home on the
north side of the Washita River just north of Chickasha.
I was allotted five miles northwest of
Chickasha. I am one-eighth Chickasaw.
[Submitter's Comment: Jeff Moncrief, oldest son of William and Pauline Lina Maupin Moncrief]
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