Monday, October 19, 2009

Red River

Red River was just a sign and two roads crossing. When I was a little girl, Aunt Welma would take my hand. We walked down the road past the barn to the corner general store. I vaguely remember the big bins of items for sale, bales of straw and hay, containers of items that could be measure out upon request. Milk came in a glass bottle. No longer is the store a store; it is now a house. No longer is there a town named Red River.

Recently my cousin sent a newspaper article to me about the area where I grew up. It told about the little booming town of Red River when my parents were children. The small, old log house that was the original store long before my time still stands. I didn't know about the house when I was growing up. I wish I had. When I grew up, to everyone it was a rundown shack instead of a historical building. I didn't know that I lived near a once thriving town that faded when the railroad was built through Bradford.

I do remember my Uncle Bob telling me a memory of when they pulled a flatbed wagon into the field on the southeast corner of Red River's crossroads. The Mills Brothers came out from Bradford and sang. My dad had talked about his group singing as a warm up for the Mills Brothers. Again, a rich history there at the crossroads.

Another story that was passed down by my uncle was when he and his mother were at the store and two strangers came in on horseback. My grandmother asked them to come to their home for dinner. The James brothers dined with the family then headed on.

There is a rich history in Red River. I only knew of the store on the corner of Red River. I wish I would have known more. I wish I would have been able to ask my grandfather about his memories.

Life goes on daily without us realizing the importance of events, buildings, people who pass through our lives. We are the tribal storytellers responsible to share the places we have been, the way that we lived, the place from which we came.

We are the storytellers.

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