Showing posts with label Marion Thede. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marion Thede. Show all posts

Friday, September 25, 2020

Johnston Murray

 

                                                        Johnston Murray

When I was 8 or 9, I went on a field trip with my class to the state capitol, in Oklahoma City. As we were walking down a hall – I believe it was outside the senate chambers – a man walked up to my mother and said, “Hi Jim, how have you been doing?”-  At that time everyone called her “Jim” instead of Wenonah. They talked for a while and then the man walked on.

I asked, “Who was that?”

She replied, “That was the governor, Johnston Murray.” While I stood there with my mouth open, she explained that her brother Homer “Snip” Paul had been a senator, and that she knew a lot of people at the state capitol. There were pictures on the walls of each of the state legislatures, and we found Snip in several of them.

 Snip decided to run for the state legislature in 1926 and he won, much to everyone’s surprise – he was only 20 years old at the time of the election - becoming the youngest person ever elected to the Oklahoma House of Representatives. He was reelected to the House twice after that, and in 1932, ran for the senate and won, becoming the youngest person at that time ever to be elected to the Oklahoma State Senate. 

“Alfalfa” Bill Murray was in his second year as governor in 1932, Snip's first term as a senator, and his son, Johnston, recently divorced from Marion, my violin teacher, was working as a service man for Consolidated Gas Utilities Company in Tonkawa, Oklahoma. By the end of his father’s term as governor he had worked his way up to plant manager.[i]

Wenonah was in school at OU at the time, living with her other brother Haskell, who had a job at the state capitol as head attorney for the School Land Department, a job that Snip got him. Patronage was frowned upon, even then when there were no laws against it, but in the middle of the Depression, politicians practiced it openly. My mother said it was the only way her family survived. 

She didn’t have a very high opinion of “Alfalfa” Bill. She said he was an “uncouth old reprobate.” One day, as she was walking down a street she saw him sitting on the curb, chewing tobacco and spitting into the street. My mother had no patience for people who were slovenly or uncouth. I asked her why Johnston was so different from his father, and she said, “because his mother raised him. Bill had nothing to do with it.” 

Wenonah's brothers, Snip and Haskell, had a different opinion of Bill Murray. Snip had supported his candidacy for governor and later, some of his proposals in the legislature. Haskell told me that one day Murray had called him into his office and asked him to be lenient with the farmers who were delinquent on their loans from the School Land Department. 

I don’t know when Wenonah would have met Johnston Murray, but it was probably around the time his father was governor. She was in school at OU during that time, often at the state capital visiting her brothers. She even dated one of the senators. 

In 1942, the year I was born, Johnston Murray, decided to go to law school, and in 1946 he got his degree and passed the bar. He rose quickly in the party ranks, and in 1950 ran for governor. He didn’t always agree with his eccentric father on issues, but “Alfalfa” Bill supported him anyway. He said that he’d vote for his son “even if he were not related to me,” and that he, “if elected … will be as diplomatic and careful as his mother’s uncle …Otherwise, he is a Murray. ‘A chip off the same block.’” [ii] Johnston’s mother’s uncle was, of course, the dignified Chickasaw Governor, Douglas H. Johnston.  

Murray’s campaign was almost cut short by some dirty politics by his opponent, Bill Coe, who claimed that he had deserted his first wife, Marion, and left her and his son, Johnston Jr. without any support, but she put an end to his claim with this letter, printed in the Daily Oklahoman newspaper, just before the election. 

Dear Son:

            You and I have too long been in the news as a result of half-truths and outright falsehoods for me to remain silent any longer.

            It is absurd for anyone at any time to say that your father, my former husband, Johnston Murray, ever deserted or failed to provide for you. He just doesn’t do that sort of thing. Particularly, it is absolutely false for anyone in public or private life to say that he ever deserted his family.

            I am so sorry that you and I have been so wrongfully brought into the news by Mr. Coe. We both can stand it, and certainly Johnston Murray can stand it too.

                                                                                   Affectionately,

                                                                                  Your mother, Marion[iii] 

Johnston Murray won the election and became the first Oklahoma governor of Native American descent. Murray’s plans to cut government spending were thwarted by the state legislature, and then his second wife, Willie, decided to run for governor, since Oklahoma law prohibits governors from succeeding themselves. 

Willie was kind of interesting in her own right. She had been a concert pianist- Johnston seemed to have a thing for musicians – and while living at the governor’s mansion, hosted weekly open houses, often providing the entertainment. Johnston supported her candidacy, but their relationship went down hill after she was defeated. After a bitter divorce, Johnston was ruined financially - he should have stayed with Marion. But she was probably better off without him. She married again, this time to a violinist named Thede, and they played together in the Oklahoma City Symphony. 

Johnston married again too, to Helen Shutt – I don’t think she was a musician, and they moved to Ft. Worth. He was driving a limousine there when he ran into an old friend from the Oklahoma State legislature, Gene Stipe, who convinced him to return to Oklahoma and practice law, which he did.[iv]



[i] “Johnston Murray,” Oklahoma City (Oklahoma) Daily Oklahoman, 8 October 1950. 

[ii] James R Scales, Danney Goble, Oklahoma Politics: a History,(Norman, Oklahoma: University of Oklahoma Press, 1982) 268.

[iii] “Resenting the Distorted Statements Made by Bill Coe, Mrs. Unger Recently Wired Her Son…,” Oklahoma City (Oklahoma) Daily Oklahoman, 23 July 1950.

[iv] Erin Dowell, “Johnston Murray,” Encyclopedia of Oklahoma History Culture,      https://www.okhistory.org.

  

 


Saturday, September 19, 2020

"Alfalfa" Bill Murray in Bolivia

 

                                                                           

                                                    Marion Unger Thede

When I was in the fifth grade and had been playing the violin for about a year, I had the good fortune to have as a teacher at our gradeschool, a wonderful lady named Marion Unger. I remember one day she remarked that I would make a good second violin. At this stage of immaturity I became highly offended that I would become anything but a first violin. Mrs. Unger patiently explained to me that it took a lot of talent to listen and fit in with the other parts of the orchestra, and that playing second fiddle was a very important role. As I found out later, Mrs. Unger  played in the Oklahoma City Symphony, and was the principal of the second violin section. 

While I was making a fool of myself acting offended by Mrs. Unger's compliments, my mother, who almost everyone found it easy to talk to, was getting acquainted with her. As it turned out, her name hadn't always been Unger. Her first husband had been Johnson Murray, the son of "Alfalfa" Bill Murray, and they had gotten married just before "Alfalfa" Bill decided to go down to Bolivia. She was 20 at the time. The conditions in Bolivia were primitive. She had to work hard cooking on an open fire and cleaning by hand, while her husband Johnston worked to build living quarters and prepare the fields for planting. Soon she became pregnant. When the baby came, Johnston Jr., "Alfalfa" Bill said with characteristic confidence, "I'll deliver it. How hard could it be?"

Lucky for everyone, Marion's delivery was easy and little Johnston Jr. was strong and healthy. She got out of there as quick as she could though, returning to Oklahoma, where her mother could help with the baby. 

Meanwhile back in Bolivia, the cotton Murray had planted was eaten by locusts, and the brave souls he had taken with him gave up and returned to Oklahoma. He and his son Johnston were still struggling  to bring in a good crop using local workers, to convince the Bolivian government the project was still viable, and to recruit  more pioneers to join him, when war broke out between Bolivia and Paraguay. That was the last straw for Murray's brainchild, and it was all the remaining settlers could do to get out before they were caught in the conflict. "Alfalfa" Bill had sunk all the money he had raised, around $84,000, into the Bolivian project. He and his son Johnston returned home penniless. Johnson worked for a while for Standard Oil in Bolivia and then went to law school. His father, "Alfalfa" Bill, borrowed $42 from the Bank of Tishomingo and ran for governor of Oklahoma. 

Marion got a job teaching to support herself and her son, and she and Johnson Murray never got back together. She continued to teach English, Spanish and violin, and to perform. Over the years she developed an interest in folk music and travelled throughout the state and the country, visiting fiddle players and  collected their tunes. She developed her own notation system for transcribing their styles and in 1969 published a collection of 150 fiddle tunes, The Fiddle Book, under her final name, Marion Thede. The book is still a stand by for would be fiddlers. It's one of my prized possessions.