After my parents were married, in 1941, they lived
in an efficiency apartment on 25th Street, east of Classen boulevard
in Oklahoma City, in case you are familiar with the area. Aunt Kaliteyo lived
about a block away, with her daughter Lahoma. (See blog entry for Oct. 5, 2011,
The First Chickasaw Princess)
My mother, Jim, had quit her job at the state
capital on the insistence of her brothers because jobs were scarce and it
wasn’t considered right for a woman to work if her husband had a job. It would have been especially embarrassing to her older brother Snip, who was in the state
senate and had got her the job in the first place.
At first Jim was busy writing 300 thank you notes
for her wedding presents. Snip had invited the whole county to the wedding, and
the first thing he told her when she and Don returned from their honeymoon was
to be sure to write those thank you notes. She kept a record of her gifts, and
she saved the cards in a scrap book. I still have them. She saved some of her
gifts, like a serving tray made by Joe Raines. He pieced it together using
several types of wood from trees growing in Pauls Valley. She also saved a
mirror, a gift from the women she worked with, that magnified your image.
A lot of the gifts though were pieces of cut glass, candle
sticks, clocks – I don’t know what all, but things which cost a lot of money, but weren’t
really good for anything but show, so Aunt Helen gave Jim a clever idea. Aunt
Helen was Snip’s wife. She suggested that she take all these gifts, exchange
them for cash and then go buy some nice china, so that’s what Jim did. My
parents never entertained, so the china was still just used for show, but it
was a good idea. I have the china now, displayed in a china closet. It’s
beautiful, but my wife Sarah and I don’t use it either. Maybe my kids will.
Anyway, Jim tried to keep up with her friends, and
she volunteered at the United Provident Center down town, which provided relief
for the poor, but still she was alone much of the time and stir crazy. She told
me that was when she learned to play solitaire. Don taught her to play to give
her something to do with herself.
After a couple of months Jim found out she was
pregnant, so then she had a new baby to plan for, and Lahoma would come by after
school and tell her about her day. She was ten. I have a picture of Jim and Don
with Lahoma on the Ferris wheel at the fair.
Meanwhile my dad, Don, was still working at Peppers
oil refinery, and he didn’t like it one bit. Mr. Peppers had promised to move
him into the office after he got his accounting degree, but months had passed,
and Don was still working out in the refinery. The work there was hard and
dangerous, and Jim said that he had nightmares about it for years.
Don gave up sports when he got married. He had
played football and basketball in high school, basketball and track in college,
and AAU basketball after he graduated. He was good enough that his coach at OU,
Hugh McDermott, offered him a job coaching there after he graduated. I used to
wonder if he missed sports, but he never mentioned it.
Both my parents kept up with their families. Jim’s
sister Kaliteyo worked as a cashier. She was good at math, and later worked at
the Skirvin Hotel coffee shop down town, but I don’t know where she was working
in 1941. Snip, of course, was in the senate, and was building a law practice in
Pauls Valley with Uncle Haskell.
Aunt Oteka and Uncle Thurman were living in Norman
Oklahoma, and Thurman was working in the oil fields. Their older son Homer Dean
was two. Jim’s youngest brother Tom was married and enrolled at Oklahoma A and
M. He wanted to be a veterinarian. His wife, Catherine, worked and he made
extra money hustling pool.
Don’s older brother Boyd wasn’t using his degree
either. He had graduated from law school at OU. Instead he was working for the
university, in the Extension Division, which handled correspondence courses,
the university press, off campus projects, etc. He also was an announcer on the
OU radio station. Don’s brother Everett had just graduated from high school,
and his youngest brother J. E. was in junior high.
Don was worried about Everett. He hadn’t done well
in school so wasn’t planning on following his two older brothers to college,
and he didn’t have a job. Everett was wondering what to do with himself too so
he asked for Don’s advice. Don suggested
that he go into the military. There was a war in Europe at the time, but no one
thought we’d be involved. We had learned our lesson during WWI. Jobs were still
hard to come by as the US was coming out of the Depression, and the military
seemed like a good idea. It was a good way for a young man to get some
structure in his life, and to grow up. So Everett joined the navy and was
assigned to the Battleship Oklahoma, which was docked at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii.
Everett Gunning, 1941
On December 7, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl
Harbor, and the Oklahoma, Everett’s ship was sunk. That was a tough month for my
parents, and little Lahoma helped to ease the suspense of not knowing whether
or not Everett had survived. (see blog entry for Dec. 24, 2010, Christmas,
1941)