Posts Tagged Norman Oklahoma


OKLAHOMA BUG WARS & LOCUST BOMBS

It’s still summer in New Zealand. Every now and again, when I have a wander into the primordial jungle out back, I find a locust husk (or shell… what do you call those things they hatch from?). And every time, my childhood memories come pouring back. We had a mimosa tree in our front yard […]

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Mr. Uhles’ Store

( I honestly don’t know how Mr. Uhles put up with us. He ran the neighborhood store that was exactly 79 steps from my best friend Steve Madden’s house on Nebraska Street. We went there so often we wore a trail along Berry Road. We loved his store, but we hated his asphalt parking lot. […]

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Stupid, Evil Goat Heads and Sticker Wars

  I cannot tell you how much I hated goat heads. If you grew up in Norman, Oklahoma, you didn’t wear shoes during the summer. Every now and again, you’d step on those suckers. They’d stab you right in your heal, and bury the “horns” to the hilt. When you tried to rip them out, […]

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Black Cats and the Great Oklahoma Ant War

  If you grew up in Norman, Oklahoma, the best thing about the Fourth of July was Black Cats. We spent hours and hours pushing the firecrackers into ant holes and blowing them up, just to show the stupid ants how patriotic we were. But the ants really weren’t that stupid. After a few kabooms, […]

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There Was Nobody Like Betty Pat Gatliff!

(EDITOR’S NOTE: Betty Pat passed away on January 5, 2020 She was one of a kind. There is a link to the New York Times’ piece at the bottom of this story.)  When I was little, I’d see Betty Pat every Christmas Eve at Aunt Mackie’s. I have no idea how she fit into our […]

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Moms Made it Better

Okie Moms knew how to make it better. Bad tummy? Dry toast and flat 7 Up if you were puking.  Chicken noodle soup with Saltine crackers if not. Fever? A cool, wet washrag draped over your forehead.  An aspirin hidden in a spoonful of grape jelly.  And a mug of honey & lemon juice in […]

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Murderous Two-a-Days

Other than war, there is nothing more traumatic, more hellish for a guy, than Two-A-Day football practices. Especially in Oklahoma’s brutal August heat, like when I played at Norman High School from 1971-1973. Back then as a tiny Tiger, my two-a-day breakfast consisted of a big glass of Gatorade, a piece of dry toast, and […]

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