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Hubert Doke talks about his life growing up in El Reno.
Transcript:
Interviewee: Hubert Doke
Interviewer: Phyllis Davidson
Interview Location: Oak Crest Church of Christ
Interview Date: 8/16/2007
Phyllis Davidson: My name is Phyllis Davidson. I work at the Downtown Library as a librarian. We’re here today at Oak Crest Church of Christ. It’s August 16, 2007. Would you tell me your name and birthdate, please?
Hubert Doke: Hubert Wayne Doke, birthdate is October 16, 1923.
PD: Could you tell me where you were born and where you grew up?
HD: Born in Clifton, Kansas and grew up basically in Oklahoma, around the El Reno area. I don’t know how old I was when we moved to Oklahoma from Kansas. I wasn’t very old.
PD: You say you lived in the El Reno area. Does that mean you lived on a farm?
HD: In town.
PD: Who were your parents?
HD: My parents were Clarence Eugene Doke, and my mother was Dorothy Beatrice Jackson Doke. They were married in Montana. During that time, he was called into military service about a week after they were married, so she spent a lot of time in Montana until he returned, which was a little over a year that he was in World War I.
PD: I assume he came out okay?
HD: He came out okay. They had a homestead there that they would homestead. When they moved from Montana to Oklahoma – or perhaps they had gone to Kansas at that time. I’m not sure. I think they were in Kansas since that’s where our relatives lived. He would come there and I understand they had their farm that they had homesteaded, and they sold it for $1 to get expense money to come to Kansas.
PD: Wow.
HD: During that time, it’s been returned back to the government. It’s all under government land up there. I think they call it government land, anyway. It’s all free, open range up there. I don’t know just how that works.
PD: Do you know if he farmed there?
HD: No, I don’t think he ever did get around to doing that. I don’t know for sure, but he worked in the coal mines there with another family member and another fellow there. That was his employment. My mother worked for more or less during the time he was gone, she worked for her board and keep with one of the families up there. Apparently, she didn’t get any wages. Later on, I don’t know just when, but sometime later after they moved back to Oklahoma, she taught school at Lone Rock School, which is in Cogar, Oklahoma out west of Minco about twelve miles. She taught school there for a short time at least, a year I suppose.
PD: This is all before you were born?
HD: Before I was born, uh-huh.
PD: What about your grandparents?
HD: Grandparents were – Grandpa was Willis Clark Jackson, and Grandma was Ida Bell Brooks Jackson. They were in Kansas and then moved to Oklahoma from Levin, Kansas before statehood. She said that they had left the farm there and she wrote letters and stuff – some of the copies I have – telling of their trip. They got caught in a hailstorm there somewhere around the Perry-Covington area. They moved on down. She wrote a lot. The farm that they purchased there, at first it started out as running a livery stable there and he would hire out buggies and such for people. They moved to the farm and had a dugout and she’d tell about being scared to death because of the insects and bugs and centipedes and whatever else there was falling from the roof and down on the babies they had. She was just worried all the time, afraid they were going to get bitten by those little varmints that were dropping through the ceiling on that dugout where they lived.
PD: This was in Kansas?
HD: This was after they moved to Oklahoma.
PD: Oh, so they lived in a dugout in Oklahoma.
HD: Uh-huh, for a time until they were able to build a house for them. Then they moved into town, into Covington I guess, and that’s where he started to lease his livery business. He wound up trading it off. The livery man had an assistant that was working there with him, and he was stealing him blind, according to Grandma. He would be gone every time a bill came in, and his helper would be out of pocket. He wasn’t there to pay anything, so Grandpa had to pay whatever it was, supplies and stuff. He finally left that one and moved into a farm out west of Minco near the Cogar area, which is where my dad also – he was born in Wynnewood, which is Indian Territory. They moved then from there and wound up moving out to the Cogar area where he met my mother, out there during that time. He would tell of different things that would happen. He said the grass was knee-high or maybe up to the belly of a horse at that time. It was all open area there. He’d tell about hunting and how they would go out, him and his brothers, and they’d have what they called black powder shotguns. They had a double barrel and they’d have to shoot one barrel and then they’d drop down on their knee to shoot the second one because they couldn’t see through the smoke of the first one. They were killing quail and so forth, and they had a route that came out there from Fort Reno to hunt. They had a picture there showing the side of their house that was covered with quail that the people had shot and were taking back to Fort Reno for officers gathering there.
PD: Who were your favorite relatives?
HD: I don’t know that I had any particular favorites. My uncle, Clifford Jackson, lived with us there for many years. The rest of them weren’t around. My dad’s brothers lived in Pocasset, Willie but they called him Bill. He was a big huntsman too. They all were. They didn’t have different things during their growing times when they were youngsters, or younger anyway. They had hunting. My dad would tell that they would sit out on their porch. They had cats around, and they would see who could come closest to the cat’s head without shooting a hole in it. They didn’t have a cat that didn’t have holes in its ears from shooting holes in them. The closest one came is they just grazed the hair off the head so they had to quit. That was as close as they could get without killing the cat. [laughs]
PD: And the cats sat still for it?
HD: Well, they’d twitch their ear I guess.
PD: Do you know when your parents got married?
HD: In 1918, May 18, 1918. In Glasgow, I think, Montana.
PD: How many siblings did you have?
HD: I had a sister. One sister was all in our family, Katherine Irene. She married a Raymond Petitt. P-E-T-I-T-T, Petitt. (Transcriber’s Note: pronounced “pet-it.”)
PD: Did you have a close relationship when you were little?
HD: No, not really. We fought a lot, like siblings. We got along pretty well after we got grown. We got along a little bit better after then, but we were usually finding some fault with the other while we were growing up. While she was getting ready to start things when she was old enough to start dating the boys, I’d give her a little bit of a problem on those possibilities.
PD: Was she older or younger?
HD: She was older.
PD: How much?
HD: Two years. I think two years.
PD: Is she still living?
HD: No. She passed away two or three years ago. Five years ago. I don’t remember just how long ago it’s been now.
PD: About how long have your parents been gone?
HD: They’ve been gone about – well, my dad died in 1976, and then my mother died in ’87, no ’97. My sister passed away, and then my brother-in-law just passed away a couple of years now, not quite two years.
PD: Do you have an earliest memory?
HD: Oh yes. Of which?
PD: I don’t know. You tell me.
HD: One of my earliest memories would be of – we had wooden floors in our house and the grain had come up on some of the wooden floors. As a result, I was running across it and wound up getting a big splinter in my foot because I was going barefoot. They had the doctor come to the house, which at that time they made house calls. Anyway, they rolled me up in a sheet so I couldn’t get away from them and then he took the splinter out. He gave me a sucker to soothe my conscience. It became all right after that. On another occasion, my sister was doing something so she threw a thimble of water on me. To retaliate, I had one of those glass insulators off the telephone poles so I threw that at her at hit her in the back of the head and brought the blood just a little bit. To protect myself, I got me a switch because I knew I was going to be in trouble, and I was. Mother used the switch on me.
PD: That wasn’t why you got it?
HD: I didn’t get it for that purpose at all.
PD: Did you normally have to cut your own switches?
HD: No, she usually managed to have one available. [laughs]
PD: We had to cut our own. What were the winters like growing up and how did you stay warm?
HD: One of the main ones I remember was we had a big snowstorm, and my dad had a transfer business, and he had a big truck. I think it was a Ford. It had three pedals. One was the forward, one was the clutch, and one was the back up, and then the other for the brake. Three pedals in it. I remember that big truck had big wheels on it. He would haul coal, which was a source of heat for many people in the area. He was the only one who could get out on the roads. The snow was so deep they couldn’t get over them with any other vehicles, so he was hauling coal at that time. We had gas at our house. As far as I remember, we always had natural gas for our heating.
PD: Because you were in town?
HD: Mm-hmm. The area where we lived at that time, we lived on K Street in El Reno. That was one of the items there that he’d had, was living down there in what was called the Fair addition, which was more or less the middle-class area of town. He would haul his coal from there. He had the truck there at home. I remember climbing in it and playing with the pedals, seeing what I was doing. I was probably five years old at that time, four or five.
PD: Did it hurt anything?
HD: No, never did get it started, luckily. [laughs]
PD: Did you have a hard time staying cool in the summertime?
HD: No. It was, of course, hot, especially when we got into the ‘30s during the drought. It was always hot, but we didn’t know it was hot then. We thought that was just normal.
PD: Well, it was.
HD: We had different things, different methods of keeping cool. (unintelligible) mentioned her folks had to hang a sheet over the door, wet it down and hang it over the door so the wind would blow through. We had air conditioning with that, evaporative cooling. We just had to, a lot of times, sleep out on the porch at night to be where it was cooler. We’d sleep out there, maybe put a little bit of water on it to make it a little bit cooler. We didn’t know it was getting too hot then.
PD: What about the mosquitos and the bugs when you slept out like that?
HD: We didn’t notice them. I don’t remember whether we had that many or whether we just didn’t know it. We didn’t worry about them, anyway, not like we do now where as soon as you get out the door one of them bites you. I don’t remember them doing that to us when I was a kid.
PD: What were your meals like when you were a kid?
HD: My mother would always manage to have something to eat. Food was a little scarce at times, but not for us because I guess they probably did without if necessary so we could have something. We never did go hungry in our family. We were always fed. I don’t remember what we had. Maybe a lot of beans and cornbread and such as that, but I don’t really remember what all we had. I know we never did go hungry. During Christmastime during my later on years, my sister had purchased some oranges or apples or something. My dad had gotten one of those and my dad was eating one. She said, “You ate my orange!” He said, “That’s all right. You ate mine when you were little. I dealt with that a long time there during Christmas time so you kids would have something.”
PD: Was Christmas a really special time when you were a kid?
HD: Christmas was quite special. We always had a pretty good time. One of my main Christmases that I would remember is my dad had gone hunting, and while he was gone quail hunting, however it happened, he ended up with a big dose of pneumonia and came home several days before Christmas. [starts to choke up] His fever broke Christmas Eve, so that made a good memory.
PD: That was a good omen for Christmas, wasn’t it?
HD: It was a good Christmas. One of the things I remember is one of the years I got a toolbox. It had a little lock on it. Our electrical outlets in the wall at that time had a little screw in thing that you’d plug the lights or whatever into. Well, I was trying to find a place to hide my key to that toolbox, so I unscrewed that fixture and stuck my key into that thing. We had some sparks there for a moment. [laughs]
PD: I guess you did!
HD: I found out that wasn’t the place to hide the key for my toolbox.
PD: What part did music play in your life?
HD: Not too much as far as playing. My dad was very musically inclined. He could play different instruments by ear, and all of his brothers were the same way. They’d play guitars and fiddles. One of my uncles was living in Montana, and he won the championship for an old age fiddler’s group they had several years in a row up there. He won the prize for best fiddler.
PD: Did you ever learn to play the fiddle?
HD: I never did learn to play an instrument. One of my other uncles played mandolin. He could play and sounded really good. My dad played the piano a little bit and some guitar. It didn’t rub off on me.
PD: What were your responsibilities when you were young?
HD: After I got whatever age it was, we moved to another area of town. We had a little acreage there. During that time, we had a cow and some chickens and so forth. It was my sister’s job to milk the cow, and she knew that cow hated her because it always stuck its foot in the bucket when she was trying to milk. She said it was a good thing we didn’t know what was in that bucket. Mom would always strain it, of course, through a sheet or something. She said it was just as well we didn’t know what had been in that bucket.
PD: It looks like you lived over it.
HD: We survived it. I would go out with my mother. I guess I was probably seven or eight years old, somewhere along that range. We had a garden and we had a little cultivator, and we’d plant the corn or whatever it was we had planted. I’d throw the rope over my shoulder and I was the horse. Mother would say, “Get up!” We’d get to the end of the row and she’d say, “Whoa!” We’d turn the cultivator around and I’d have to get up again. They’d probably call that child abuse now but I thought it was fun.
PD: You thought you were playing, didn’t you?
HD: Yeah. I thought I was having a good time there, helping her cultivate that garden. She always put up whatever food we could. She’d can as much of it as she could to tide us over. Two of my uncles at that time lived with us. They were paying board and lived with us there for their board and room. I think usually the evening meal was about the only one they had when they did eat at home. I had an uncle on my dad’s side and an uncle on my mother’s side who lived with us.
PD: Was that because of the Depression?
HD: Partially. I guess so. I guess it was, more or less, a way to help them out. The uncle on my dad’s side was a barber. He had his barber business, so he paid them for living with them. Another one helped him in his business there, his transference business, and then later on he got in the taxi business in later years. Both of them lived there until I guess they got married, more or less. One of them got married anyway. The other one I don’t remember if he got married before he somewhere else or not.
PD: Would you describe yourself as a happy child?
HD: I think so. I was happy and content. I had everything I thought I needed. Maybe not everything I wanted. Basically, I was well provided for. I always had shoes and clothes to wear, all I needed to eat. During school time I’d come home in the evening and later on, my mother would go up to the taxi office and she’d answer the telephone and take calls and she kept the books for his company. She’d be gone a lot of the time. I would be home from school. I’d cook me up a bunch of pancakes and I’d have fun. I’d make a mess in my kitchen. She never did object as long as I kept it cleaned up. I don’t think she would have liked it if I had flour all over the floor and didn’t pick it up. I’d mop it up. That was extra food too. Snacks.
PD: If your parents were bragging on you to a friend or relative, what would they be saying?
HD: I have no idea what all they would say. I’m sure they’d think that I was something special, obviously. As far as what they would have said, I don’t know. I don’t have any idea just how they would – I think they were always, with both of us, pretty well pleased with the method they had of raising us and the results that they had from it, as far as I know anyway. I never heard any different.
PD: What was the worst injury or illness you suffered as a child?
HD: [pause] I had diphtheria frequently, but I don’t remember having it. I was just told I had diphtheria two or three times in one year. My mother told us later on. I don’t know how old I was at that time. Probably three years old. I don’t know. I don’t remember that or just how old we were at that time.
PD: What did you think you were going to be when you grew up?
HD: A farmer.
PD: Are you?
HD: No, not really. [laughs] Just partly. We have the farm that we inherited.
PD: Is it the same farm you lived on as a child?
HD: No. We lived there in El Reno until the war. Then my dad gave up the taxi business and moved out to west of Minco, out there to the farm and started farming. The war was getting to where they were having trouble with rations on tires and gasoline and couldn’t get automobiles and all the other stuff and that had him concerned. He got afraid there that they were beginning to get the idea that they could have an accident and they could get sued. He said they thought they better just quit the business there before they wound up having something happen and losing everything they had.
PD: So then he became a farmer?
HD: He became a farmer then and farmed for several years. They moved back into town there around ’74. It was in ’42 during the war that they moved to the farm. I lived there until I think it was somewhere around ’72 or ’73 maybe when they moved back into town. He passed away in ’76. After that, Mother kept living there in town. She moved back to El Reno, back to where they had raised there all the time before.
PD: Do you have any best or worst memories of childhood?
HD: No, not really. I don’t. All of my memories were... I guess you’d call them good. As far as the things I did, they would be maybe a little bit constructive as far as learning from them. For instance, my uncle had his car parked in our yard during one of the times we had a Fourth of July with firecrackers. I thought it’d be a good place to put a firecracker in his radiator, a good place to hold them and light them. It did work, but it sure tore up his radiator. He wasn’t exactly happy over that. [laughter]
PD: Did you have a learning experience from that?
HD: I got a little bit of a learning experience from that. He more or less kind of laughed it off, but I know he was pretty disturbed. I don’t remember getting a thrashing or spanking from it, just more or less the idea that that was not the proper place to put firecrackers. [laughter]
PD: Do you remember your first car?
HD: I remember my first car was what they call a Phantom pickup. My dad helped me to buy that and I started my business when I was fifteen.
PD: What kind of business?
HD: Hauling groceries and things like that. We called it a baggage department. I ran it in conjunction with the taxi business. We’d go out and get - people would call in to the grocery stores to order groceries and we’d go pick up their groceries and deliver to them in suitcases or trunks or whatever they happened to have that was small enough to fit into that little bug that we had. I had it before I was old enough to have a driver’s license. I don’t think I ever did pay for it. [laughs] I used the wages that we would get from it to pay portions of it, but I’m sure I never paid the whole thing off. I think I wound up giving my dad a couple of cows that I had purchased as an FFA project. That was one of my projects there in school. I think I wound up giving him those in return for what we called “The Bug” at that time. It was kind of a cute little old thing. Small. It probably had a three-foot-by-four-foot bed on it. That was about the width of it, about four feet wide. It was pretty small. It wasn’t very big. Interesting.
PD: Apparently everyone pretty much had telephones in those days.
HD: I don’t remember if we had one while we lived on K Street. During that year, my mother developed tuberculosis, or symptoms of it. Anyway, the doctor had her go on a rest cure. She wasn’t supposed to do anything for a year. My dad hired some girl. I think she lived across the street. She would come over and take care of the household, take care of the cooking and cleaning and one thing or another. I guess she’d go home at night, except part of the time she and a couple of others plus my uncle would get together and they’d come over and they’d have a taffy pull. They’d make up a batch of candy. My sister and I had to go to bed but we’d usually get a piece of the candy before we had to retire. They’d sit there and play games or cards through the evening and have that taffy they’d pulled to eat.
PD: So they were teenagers and you were little?
HD: They were past teenagers. They were grown. I don’t know how he was, but he was over 21 anyway. I don’t know just how old they were. To me they were old.
PD: Tell me about your school experiences.
HD: I went to Webster Elementary. That was my first school. I went there the first year. Then we moved to another place on Sunset Drive, and when we lived there, I went to Central Elementary. I stayed there until time to go into junior high school, which in El Reno at the time they had junior and senior high combination. I went to that for the school. During that time, I wound up going into different projects, growing up. That’s when I got started driving the car and so forth. Later on, after I was old enough and had a license, I’d drive the taxi there when necessary during rainstorms or stuff like that when a lot of people would want a cab. I’d go up and help them with the taxi service and driving with that. I’d help them with the transfer business. We’d move households of furniture and whatever we needed to, so I got to help on some of those projects as well. They always had phones there that I could, as far as I could remember, especially around the taxi office there. They’d have those, and I answered the phone at the taxi office for two or three years before I bought me a bicycle. That was my mode of transportation up until I did get old enough to start driving. I’d ride that bicycle all over creation, including going out to the river. I’d take my rifle and I’d ride my bicycle out to the river and go shooting out there where I was out away from people. I had a good time with that.
PD: Did you think there were a lot of Indian people living around El Reno at that time?
HD: There were, but they had – Concho is just north of town there, which is Indian reservation headquarters for the Cheyenne-Arapaho. I think that’s the tribes that were there. We had a lot of the Indian boys that attended but we never had any problems. I more wondered why in the world those Indians were standing around with a heavy blanket on them in the middle of summer. You’d think they’d suffocate, but they seemed to think that that was cooler than having the sun shining on them, I guess.
PD: Do you think that’s why they did it?
HD: I guess. I don’t know. That was just what they did.
PD: I’m curious why some of them went to the Indian schools in the northern part of the state instead of just going to school there in El Reno.
HD: Don’t know. The ones from Concho had a school there as well. It would be lower grade schools, I think. For high school they’d come into El Reno, for the most part, and go to the school there. They were always participating, playing sports and so forth, which they were good at, football and basketball and so forth. They excelled over most of what we’d call the white boys, at that time. They were pretty good in their sports.
PD: Okay, let’s jump ahead to when you grew up and when you first met your wife. Can you tell me about that?
HD: Mm-hmm. Yeah. [chuckles] I met her – well, I didn’t really meet her, but I first saw her at the grocery store there in Cogar. She had come in to buy some chicken feed, and I happened to be in the store at the same time so I asked the guy, “Who is that lady there?” [pause] She didn’t know – well, she knew who I was, but I didn’t know who she was. He said, “You ought to get acquainted with her.” I asked, “Where does she live?” He told me where she lived, and he said, “You could always need some water in your radiator or something to give you an excuse to stop by.” I wound up driving up there one time. My sister was with me. I drove up and knocked on her door and she agreed to go to a movie with me. That must have been for several months. We wound up sitting there and I decided it was time to get married and she agreed. I always tell everybody I got her affection by bringing her a rabbit.
PD: A rabbit?
HD: Yep. She and her mother liked fried rabbit, so when I found out they liked rabbits, I killed one and took it up there so she had to invite me to stay for dinner. That’s my reason.
PD: Do you have a memory of when you proposed, or was it just kind of a mutual agreement?
HD: Kind of. It was – we had gone to a movie and we just started discussing things and I said that I wanted to get married and she agreed. I thought that was great.
PD: When did you get married?
HD: We got married July 6, 1947. It’s our 60th anniversary last month. Sixty years there. She had a little old dog, two dogs. That one I met wasn’t very nice. Every time I’d go to call on her, that dog would slip out the door and nip me on the back of the leg. [laughs] I didn’t particularly like that little dog for a long time.
PD: Did you finally make friends with it?
HS: Yep. It finally got to where it would tolerate me. The other one didn’t worry about me. It decided I was all right. It was the nice one. After we married, we took it over to our home with us and kept the dog over there after that.
PD: Was that in El Reno?
HS: No, this was on the farm out west of Minco.
PD: So that’s where you started?
HS: Uh-huh. I had gotten out of the Army and I purchased a farm out there a few miles from where my folks were. That was where our first year that we had was. We moved there and lived there on the farm out there, and I got called back into the military in ’50. From ’47 up to ’50, we were living there on the farm, but it was good. We think now that it’s good that I got called back into the service because that year I had rented a farm down by Pocasset. I had 300-something acres down there that I had rented and purchased a tractor and all the equipment to go along with it. They had practically a crop failure that year. I was called back in at the first of September, so I had just plowed the ground and everything to get it ready to plant wheat when I got my notice to report for duty. I was called in for a year. After that year, they were still having problems there around the Vietnam area and those other areas so I said we might get out and wind up just having to come back in again. Should we just stay in? She said whatever I think. From the looks of things, there’s too much chance there on what might happen, so I just went ahead and stayed in the military and stayed until retirement.
PD: When you first got into the military, did you get drafted or did you volunteer?
HD: I volunteered.
PD: Did you serve four years, and you got out and came back?
HD: It was all during the war so I served until they discharged us, which was three years and something, almost four years. About three and a half years.
PD: What was your rank when you retired?
HD: Master Sergeant.
PD: Did you have a specific job in the military?
HD: I was in the Air Force. I worked in the military as an aircraft mechanic. That was my position during the war and afterwards.
PD: Where were you?
HS: I wound up – I started school at Shepherd Field and went through school there. I moved from there to Baltimore in Maryland for the factory school for the B-26 Marauder. That’s the aircraft we were assigned to. After that, we went and transferred from there to Florida, and then to Ardmore, Oklahoma. I eventually was sent over to England, and from England was transferred into France. When the war was over, I was discharged from – well, not discharged, but that was where we departed from France and was sent back to the States for our discharge from military service. I went in as reserves in ’45 and up until ’50 when I got recalled, so there was about four years there that I was out of the service, but I was in reserves. They weren’t supposed to call me back, but they did. We were married when I got called back in. We’d gotten married then. Our older son was with us then. We had him before I got called back in.
PD: What was his name?
HD: Larry. Larry Wayne, we called him.
PD: What about your other children?
HD: We had two other ones. We had Dennis, our second one. He was born down in Texas after we were called in. I was stationed at Randolph Field. We were working there and she had to go to Brooks Army Hospital. They had the birth ward over there. Then the next year our daughter was born, which is Cynthia. They were both born there in Texas while I was stationed there at Randolph.
PD: What are they doing now?
HD: Larry is self-employed. He has his business – he calls it “Easy Pay Doke.” I guess it’s a collection type agency. That’d be the best name that I have for it, anyway. Dennis is working for the county there in the Dallas area. He was working with substance abuse and that sort of thing, but now it’s involved with children that are abused and there’s a debate there as to whether to let them go with one parent or another parent, or whether to turn them over to the state. I guess that’s the way it works. I’m not really sure how that all works out. My daughter works as an accountant, more or less. I don’t remember who it is she works for. IT, I think. What is that? Anyway, something for Texas there.
PD: TI? Texas Instruments?
HD: TI. Yeah. I think that might one that she – I don’t know. I lost track of which one she works for.
PD: Is there anything else you’d like to add before we end this?
HD: No, I don’t guess, unless there’s something else in there. My first automobile driving experiences – that might be interesting. Before I was just starting to drive, my sister was more or less the chauffer, but she let me drive the car one time. Driving to school, I wound up taking the corner there and forgot how to stop, so I didn’t get to put on the brakes. I took the corner about 30 miles an hour, I guess. It scared her worse than it did me.
[both laugh]
HD: After I got around the corner, I remembered you were supposed to let up on the foot feed and put on the brakes.
[laughing harder]
HD: During that time and later on, I wound up driving a taxi there and for the transfer business moving different things and I helped with that until they sold the business. I always liked to shoot. My dad would bring me over here to the city to the club out there and we’d shoot Blue Rock. That one year he won the state championship for seniors, and I won the junior championship for juveniles.
PD: What is Blue Rock?
HD: It’s a little clay pigeon thing they throw out of a trap and you shoot at them.
PD: Okay, final question. Are there any words of wisdom you’d like to pass along to your future family members?
HD: No. I don’t have any words of wisdom that would be satisfactory. They know already what we would hope to achieve through them. They know that, so I don’t think so.
PD: Okay. I appreciate your coming down today to be interviewed.
HD: We ran over time.
PD: We’re fine. Thank you very much.
HD: Thank you.
End of interview