“OKLAHOMA! WHERE THE WIND COMES SWEEPIN’ DOWN THE PLAIN …” And indeed it does, and so it did that 28th day of January in 1955, the day I was born in red dirt country. Mom says that on that cold, cold Friday morning, I was already two weeks late getting there, and how my grandmother had been stuck at their house the whole two weeks because of a snow storm. She continued to stay another two weeks until after my Baptism. Over the years this is the part of the story when I could always expect my Dad to look at me with that impish Irish look and say “Thanks a lot” and then laugh. We had a lot of laughter in my family.
Dad was very Irish and Mom came from Cherokee and Lithuanian descendants, and we were very Catholic. There would be a total of five of us kids, two boys and we three girls in the middle, and I was the second child born.
POEMS BY DONNA SUE BERRY