This is Johnnie McCutcheon's house in Phillips.
About all that remains of Lehigh. It is a "ghost town" almost.
This picture is taken looking out the road that leads to the cemetery.
July, 1946.
Old landmarks are gone to such an extent that I could not be sure of anything, but I believe this is Davey Phillips's house. His store used to be nearw it. Mrs. Phillips was a bonny Scotch woman and one of the happiest memories of my childhood is that of her tea every afternoon with worlds of hot bread, rolls, scones, etc. Lehigh, 1946.
Scene from Highway 75 looking toward Mine No. 6.
Old timers tell me the highway went right through my birthplace, taking all traces of the house foundation, well, cistern, storm celler, etc. Lehigh, 1946.
Scene from Highway 75, Phillips, looking toward where I think my birthplace was. These are old fruit trees I think wer in our orchard.
Hurley burial plot, Lehigh, 1946.
Meadows, hills, woods looking out toward old St. Michael's Mission where my family settled when they first came to Indian Territory. One time when High (my grandfather Clifton) were planting some things here, Mary [Mackey Sainsbury, my mother] and Barbara [Mackey Ogilvie, my aunt] found 15 different varieties of wildflowers growing nearby.
A good view of the stone wall surmounted by a cross built by Daddie
[Pierce O'Neill Hurley], 1899, after Mother's [Mary Kelly Hurley] death.
I don't know whether he had pictures or whether he built it from memory,
but it looks like such walls in ancient burial grounds in Ireland.
A tombstone I loved and admired when I was a child.
It was erected for a baby named Cook in 1898.
I used to play around it while Daddie worked on the stone wall around our plot.
