Bartlesville Indian Women’s Club holds 65th Wild Onion Dinner Native American Academic Scholarship Fundraiser

By: Roseanne McKee

Carmen Ketcher, BIWC Wild Onion Dinner Entertainment Chair, who is Sac and Fox and Delaware, shows a plate of wild onions and eggs, ham, hominy, fry bread and a side of cobbler for dessert, served at the dinner. Photo by Roseanne McKee


The Bartlesville Indian Women’s Club (BIWC) held its 65th Wild Onion Dinner on Sat., March 11, at the Washington County Fairgrounds in Dewey, Okla. The inter-tribal group of ladies served wild onions and eggs, ham, hominy, beans, fry bread and cobbler for dessert to more than 150 guests.

Entertainment was provided by the Bartlesville Education Program’s Dance Outreach, which is a part of Operation Eagle, which seeks to preserve the culture of Native American students. The group of seven students danced at noon accompanied by singers and the traditional drum. Students ranging in age from six to 17 danced.

One purpose of the wild onion dinner is to raise funds for scholarships for Native American students. Students wishing to apply for the Roberta Sanders Memorial Scholarships may do so by submitting a letter of application by April 15 to the BIWC Scholarship Committee Chair with two letters of recommendation from teachers, counselors or employers. Those reapplying must submit a form to the scholarship chair before the start of their fall and spring of their academic semesters. A year-end transcript is also required. Call Scholarship Committee Chair, Sharon Armstrong, who is Laguna Pueblo and Cherokee, at 918-335-2460 for the needed forms and mailing address.

Another purpose of the dinner is to preserve tribal traditions and continue to bring awareness of Indian heritage, said Club President Sandra Jamison, who is Osage and Seneca-Cayuga.

Wild onion dinners are a Native American tradition celebrating the arrival of spring and with it – edible plant growth. After the winter season, “the first greens that came up were wild onions,” explained member Carmen Ketcher, who is Sac and Fox and Delaware. “You’ve probably got onions in your back yard. The way that you can tell that you’ve got the right one is that if it smells and tastes like an onion, it is an onion. The other one with broad leaves is bitter … and it could make your stomach hurt.”

Sharon Armstrong, BIWC Wild Onion Dinner Chair and Scholarship Chair, who is Laguna Pueblo and Cherokee, cuts wild onions. Proceeds of the wild onion dinner fund academic scholarships for Native American students. Photo by Roseanne McKee


The onions used in the dinner are finer than a scallion and mild in taste. The onions are sourced and purchased from a local woman, who gathers, cleans and cuts them for the club.

Another delicious component of the dinner is Indian fry bread. Ketcher and Club Vice President Paula Pechonick, who is Delaware, explained the basics of fry-bread making.

“Fry bread needs to be light, full of holes and soft,” Ketcher explained. “These ladies here do a super, super job!”

“We use self-rising flour, two parts flour and one part water or milk, a little dash of sugar. If the water or milk is warm the bread rises a lot faster,” Pechonick said. Once mixed, the dough is placed in large stainless steel bowls, covered with a dish towel and allowed to rise.

Annette Ketchum, BIWC Publicity Chair, who is Delaware, makes fry bread at the Bartlesville Indian Women’s Club’s 65th Wild Onion Dinner. Photo by Roseanne McKee

After the bread rises, it is very gently rolled out.

“You have to get the thickness just right and then we’re cutting them out with a round mold,” Pechonick said.

“When you re-roll the dough, it gets tough. You don’t want a tough bread,” Ketcher said.

Describing the origins of fry bread, Ketcher said, “I don’t think it was an original Native American item. They used acorns or corn to make their bread and I think it’s after the white man introduced white flour that we began making fry bread.”

Ladies with CDIB cards or other tribal certification of membership in a federally recognized tribe, are invited to join the Bartlesville Indian Women’s Club by calling 918-336-8053. Leave name and message and you will be contacted.

The club meets on the second Thursday of the month, Sept. – May, at 11:30 a.m. at the Women’s Club Building located at 601 S. Shawnee Ave, which intersects with Adams Blvd. in Bartlesville. Drop-ins are welcome! Visit their Facebook page for upcoming events and photos.

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The Life of Sally Carroll, a Tribute

By: Roseanne McKee

March 22, 2017

Sally Carroll, who owned and managed Sally’s Sandwich Shop at 614 S. Kihekah Ave. for 65 years, died last week at the age of 100. Over the years, I’ve spent many hours talking to Sally Carroll about her amazing life, these conversations are the basis for this tribute.
“Sometimes when you think about it, it’s like a fairytale,” Sally said. “I was two years old when we came to Pawhuska. I’ve never lived anywhere else.”

Born in 1916, she moved to Pawhuska in 1918. Her mother Luz Elias told her father Felipe Elias that because the Osage had the same skin color as them, they’d be more accepted. Her father, who had a good job doing construction for Williams Brothers out of Tulsa, agreed.

Her parents settled in Pawhuska with their ten children and rented a home on the east side of town. They brought their wood stove with them and slept on mats on the floor Sally said. She went to public school for a year.

When she was seven, the Catholic Priest visited and suggested that Sally and her sister attend the Catholic School. At the time six nuns lived there and taught at the school.

“They were very nice. The nuns taught three grades in one room. We went to church at 7 a.m. and school at 8 a.m.,” Sally said.

The arrangement was that Sally would work in the kitchen preparing meals for the nuns to pay her school tuition. There was no school lunch program, so her cooking was for the nuns, she explained. One of her sisters cleaned rooms for the nuns.

She learned to tell time working in the church kitchen. “There was a clock I looked at, and I knew when to put the pies in the oven,” Sally said.

When she was ten, the priest found her family a home nearby on Woodward Street. “That was the beginning of a better life for me,” Sally said. “I got babysitting jobs and began making money to help the family. At the age of 12, a restaurant on West Main St. called Lazo’s hired Sally. “I delivered sandwiches. Mrs. Lazo took me in and showed me a lot of things…. She was a big influence on my life.”

Mrs. Lazo married and her husband decided they would sell watermelon. Sally was put in charge. She had to keep track of the slices and the money and she liked the responsibility. However, Sally’s mother did not like the arrangement because the watermelon was sold outside at night.

One day when the cook didn’t show up, Sally jumped at the opportunity to fill in for him.

“That’s when I knew what I wanted to do – I wanted to cook! I made the bacon, the eggs, the T-bones. I love doin’ this…. It’s just like breathin’,” she said with a smile.

Sally made $5 per week. Her mother gave her $2 back, which she used to buy clothing with money to spare.

When Sally graduated from the eighth grade, she had to decide whether to go on to high school or begin working to help her family.

“My family didn’t have a lot, so I decided to go to work,” Sally said. She worked full time for Lazo’s, which was known as a chili parlor, making $18 per week.

Mrs. Lazo helped Sally’s father, Felipe, also known as Phillip, get a job with the WPA. As a result, her family was able to “buy a house on Twelfth Street for $500 that people said was haunted, but it wasn’t,” Sally said. “We paid part of it up front and paid the rest out.”

In 1943 George James asked her to come and work for him for $2 more a week at The Post Office Sandwich Shop. She didn’t say yes right away, but was eventually persuaded because at Lazo’s she was doing more and more without additional compensation, while Mr. Lazo sat in the back and Mrs. Lazo didn’t come in at all, she said. Sally was 27 at the time.

“At the time, there were businesses up and down the street. The Post Office Sandwich Shop was a beer joint more than anything,” she said. There were dances a few doors down at Whiting Dance Hall, which brought in live bands regularly. Many of the entertainers were African American. Due to segregation, Sally explained that a special section in the back of the shop was designated specially for the band members, who came to eat after their performances were over for the evening – glad for a place that welcomed them. After desegregation, the back room became a place where regulars who didn’t want to sit at the lunch counter would go for table seating. They had to go behind the counter and through the first small kitchen to get there, so only locals who were familiar would do so. The bigger kitchen was beyond this small dining room and had the larger stove, oven and shelves for food storage.

At 30, Sally married and had her two children, Andrea and David. After ten years of marriage, things were not working and she divorced. Sally lived in a cottage behind her parents’ house on Twelfth Street, and she and her children had meals in the main house with the family, she said.

When I went through my divorce, I’d visit her often after the lunch crowd had left and the café was empty. She’d be making pies for the next day and we’d talk. I always appreciated her wisdom.

Sally said, “After my divorce things started to change for me.”

Her employer, George James, died in 1949, and left the building and business to a nephew who lived in Greece. “He didn’t want it and Mr. A.S. Sands was in charge of the estate.”

Mr. Sands and Sally made an arrangement that would change her life. Sands rented the building to Sally for a year starting in Feb. 1949 with the understanding that she see how much money she could save toward the purchase that year.

In Jan. 1950, Sally had $5,000 in her bank account at Osage Federal Bank, and Sands agreed to sell it to her for that amount. The sales price included the building and contents at 614 Kihekah, the building just north of it and a garage behind it.
(Fish frying in Sally’s kitchen for Friday’s plate special.)

She changed the name to Sally’s Sandwich Shop, but always referred to it as “the café” and continued to sell beer until 1970, when a clothing store owner across the street, Mrs. Lennis Wright, suggested she stop selling alcohol.

“She’s the one who talked me into switching to food. I had been working until 2 a.m. when I sold the last beer, but then I’d stay until they drank it – sometimes 3 a.m. So I began on Saturdays making barbecue ribs and fried chicken and it just took off like wild fire.”

Based on this success, Sally expanded to weekdays, and decided to have a daily plate special with entrees such as: tamales, meatloaf, ribs and fish.

In 2010, when I worked at the Pawhuska Journal-Capital, her specials were just $5.45 tax included and were offered Tuesday – Friday. Breakfast, burgers from the grill and chili were available every day. The chili idea happened one day when a customer wanted tamales before they were done. The customer was insistent, so Sally served them the tamale sauce with crackers, which became her own special chili.

The things the café became known for continued to evolve over time. For example, the pies that Sally is so well known for, she only began making when her daughter was in high school. She regularly sold out of chocolate, banana, coconut meringue, apple, pecan, and cherry cream pies, which were on shelves behind the counter above the cash register.

Speaking of the pie crusts, she said, “I don’t measure anything. I just throw it together. I couldn’t tell them how I do it – I just feel.”

Sally’s was closed Sat., Sun. & Mon. However, the locals knew she was there on Saturdays preparing for the next week and they’d often ask her to fix them breakfast, which she graciously did.

She confided to me that one customer would bring her an egg from his farm that he’d pull from his pocket and give to her cook and serve at no cost; he’d just buy a cup of coffee to go with it! She never complained – just found it amusing.

The café had such a community feeling that local customers would get themselves a second cup of coffee from the ancient coffee urn behind the counter, or go behind the counter and get themselves a bottle of soda from the case where she kept glass bottles of Coke, IBC cream soda, Strawberry, Orange and Grape Crush. The vintage bottle cap remover was attached to the counter nearby.

The pay phone on the café wall, eventually the only one left in Pawhuska, would ring with takeout orders. A pad and paper were nearby so that customers could answer, take the order and hand it to Sally. This inclusive, informal way of doing business, conveyed the warmth and acceptance that Sally always had for her customers.

One piece of advice she gave me that I treasure was this: “I don’t ask if somebody likes what I cooked. If they like it, they’ll tell me. If you ask, they’ll feel that they have to say they like it.”

Over the years, she had a close relationship with the reporters at the Pawhuska Journal-Capital. Illustrations by one of the more talented ones hung behind the counter – pencil-drawn caricatures of the reporters and more noteworthy customers – including the one who’d bring the egg from home.

When I came into her café for the first time and introduced myself as the new reporter at the P-JC in 2010, she greeted me by saying, “Where you been! I’ve been waitin’ for you!” Naturally, we became instant friends. She thought of all the P-JC reporters that way. She sold the P-JC newspaper in the café as a show of her support. Sally’s was always the place to catch up on the latest local goings on, so it’s no coincidence that astute reporters gathered there.

After she divorced, she went on for a time running her café and raising her children on her own. Then one day, she realized that her son didn’t know how to fish or hunt and she started feeling that David needed a father figure.

She began to take more notice of Bill Carroll, who drove a taxi. He was retired from 13 years in the Army, and had a taxi service in Pawhuska. He lived at the Whiting Apartments across the street. Sally never learned to drive, so Bill Carroll began transporting her to and from the café, but he would never charge her.

“He decided to marry me before I even knew he existed,” Sally said.

She accepted his proposal and they moved into a house in Pawhuska where they raised Andrea and David.

Bill became a regular part of the café. “People said he was gruff, couldn’t take a joke, but he was strictly Army. He was good to me and my family … We were talking about celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary when he died,” she said.

She shared a dream she’d had of her late husband. Sally said she was in the café and Bill was on a ladder reaching down to her and he said, “come up here with me”. She tried to reach out to him but couldn’t grab his hand. “I still miss him,” she told me wistfully.

After Bill’s death, Sally shifted her focus to her children and extended family. “I have a daughter and a son. They rule my life. I have time for breakfast on Sundays. I try to cook something they both like.” This routine continued until she closed the café in August 2014 after a fall on her front cement steps at home. She recovered, but her family urged her to retire. “I didn’t even realize I was 98! I decided it was time,” she said.

I had sometimes taken her home at the end of her work day, so I knew where she lived. After she closed the café, she said I could stop by for visits. I would bring her flowers or six-packs of Coke classic, which was her favorite soda, and we would catch up.

Reflecting on her life, she told me, “To me it’s been a good life. We started out poor. My folks were in a new country and a new town. But look, we all got a good education. I credit the Catholic school and church,” she said. Sally was pleased that Andrea and David had been college educated and had found successful careers.

“The only life I know is this. I mean this town, this school, this church, this place …. I don’t dream often, but when I do, I’ dream I’m here.”

One afternoon after she said that, I visited her at the café while she was making pie crusts. I asked her, “Do you think that when you go to heaven, you’ll have the café?”

I don’t recall her answer, but she seemed to like the idea.

“Well, when I get there, I’m gonna come lookin’ for you,” I said.

She smiled and continued rolling out dough for the next day’s pies.



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Christie’s Visits Woolaroc Museum – NY City meets the Osage Hills!

Bartlesville, OK March 2, 2017
Press Release by Jeanette Swindell, Green Country Marketing

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The unique relationship between Woolaroc Museum & Wildlife Preserve in Bartlesville, Oklahoma with Christie’s of New York is one more example of how this once “best kept secret” has exploded onto the national scene in the last ten years. In 2013, Woolaroc hosted its first national art show with The Lewis & Clark “Corps of Discovery” Retrospective and Sale which was followed by The Best of the Best Art Show in 2015 that featured eight of the world’s finest wildlife artists. Due to the successes of both of these shows, Woolaroc will again be hosting a major show in October, 2017 (The Best of the Best 2017) that will feature the works of Bill Anton, George Carlson, Tim Cherry, Len Chmiel, Steve Kestrel, T. Allen Lawson, Dean Mitchell and Andrew Peters. According to Woolaroc CEO Bob Fraser, “our ability to host such high quality shows at Woolaroc has been helped by the quality of our relationships with such groups as Christie’s. To those who may have never heard of Woolaroc, the praise and validation from such an esteemed group provides us credibility with galleries, artists and collectors that otherwise would have been hard for us to reach.”

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The relationship between Christie’s and Woolaroc began in 2007. For thirty years, a privately owned masterpiece by world-renowned artist, Thomas Moran was on loan to Woolaroc and maintained a prominent location on the gallery walls of the museum. After thirty years in the museum the family made the decision that it was time to sell the painting, and engaged the world famous Christie’s of New York to handle the sale. The Moran sold for more than $17 million, establishing a record for such a sale.

During the appraising and preparation for auction, a friendship was formed between Christie’s and Woolaroc and has been blooming ever since. Chairman and President of Christie’s Americas, Marc Porter, declared the collection “one of the finest, most complete collections of southwest art in the world.” One visit led to several more over the next few years and the result has been a powerful alliance between Woolaroc and Christie’s.

In November 2016, Christie’s hosted two of the Woolaroc staff at their American Art Sale in New York City and last week, three of Christie’s top people returned to Woolaroc in order to see the improvements that have been made to the museum since their last visit. Tylee Abbott, Associate Vice President and American Art Specialist at Christie’s stated “I had heard so much about this incredible museum and it has been on my “must see” list for a long time, but even with so much build up, it exceeded my expectations.” Allison Whiting, Senior Vice President and Director of Museum Services said “this was my fourth visit in the last ten years and I am always amazed by the depth of their collection.

The Woolaroc staff does an incredible job of maintaining the historic feel of a museum that started in 1928 and at the same time, they keep it updated and fresh with new exhibits and state of the art technology. We at Christie’s feel fortunate to share such a strong relationship with this American treasure.”

Founded in 1925 by oilman Frank Phillips, Woolaroc is a 3,700 acre working ranch that has a 50,000 square foot museum and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places in Washington, D.C., and a NARM (North American Reciprocal Museum) member. Woolaroc is located 12 miles SW of Bartlesville, Oklahoma and 45 miles NW of Tulsa, Oklahoma on State Highway 123. Visit http://www.woolaroc.org for admission and hours of operation.

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Part II: Jack Short’s life in the 1940’s & 50’s — cowboys, rodeos, Ben Johnson & More

In a series of interviews recently, Bartlesville resident, Jack Short, who was born in 1939, tells of his life growing up in and around Washington County, Okla. His long-time friend, Al Jay Kester also attended the interview.

“I was born in Copan, Oklahoma,” Short said. “We wanted to be cowboys, you know … I had a bareback riggin’ just like Al did, and I’d put it on, the work mules, the milk cow. I bucked ‘em all out. I rode ‘em all.”

“I’d ride the hogs too. I was a kid rider from the word go,” Short said. “My dad had a cattle buyer come out one fall to buy steers and stuff and while he was there, I was two or three years old. The guy was waitin’ for my dad to get ‘em drove in and I said ‘do you guys want to see me ride that hog?’ That guy said, I don’t know, you might get in trouble.’ I said, ‘no, I do it all the time.’ The hogs slept along side the fence and I’d bale off and ride ‘em as long as I could and, of course, I’d get my ass beat every time – comin’ back dirty and scroungy,” he explained as Kester laughed.

“We had a milk cow that we milked morning & night. She had a bell on her and we let her out during the day,” Short said. “At night, she didn’t want to come in, so my dad and me and his horse named Red went after the cow. A few nights later, we was waitin’ for her to come in and I asked if I could go after the cow on Red, so he set me up there and handed me the reins and said, ‘Get her Red.’ A few nights later, we threw the reins on Red and dad said, ‘get her Red’ and the horse went after the cow on his own and brought her back!” Short said that he thought he’d been responsible for bringing the cow back but this showed him that the horse was so well trained by his father, that he knew what to do on his own, even without a rider.

“We had a separator that separated milk from the cream. We lived the old-fashioned way – the Cherokee way. It was the happiest time of my life. Years later I asked my mom if she’d like to live back out there again. She said it was the hardest time of her life – scrubbing the clothes on the washboard, making lye for hominy and soap out of wood ashes.

His father, Lewis Hubbard Short, known as Hub, took a job for the Co-op Oil Company as a pumper in Chautauqua Kansas, taking the family with him.

Short described his childhood during these times: “When I went to the oil fields, I had to fight in every new town I moved to. I was tougher than hell though. One story — we moved to Chautauqua, Kansas. The second day I was there me and my sister, we was goin’ to town. I asked my dad if we could go out and pick some wildflowers and he said, ‘yes.’ There was these two boys named McCorkle. They didn’t have no mom and their dad worked on the highway. The kids just made it on their own. So me and my sister was pickin’ these wildflowers. The McCorkle boys came along and said you can’t do that this property belongs to somebody and they don’t want you pickin the flowers. They belong to this guy that owns the land. I said, no they don’t they’re just growin along the road here. Then I had to fight both of em and I whopped both of them. They were the bad boys of town and no one messed with me after that,” Short said with a smile. “They didn’t realize I’d apprenticed in Copan and I was tougher than a boot.”

As a teenager, Short became interested in rodeo competitions, where he rode bareback.

“I rode at the Cavalcade when I was 14 and 15,” Short said.

“We’ve also got some cowboys in our family,” he said, showing a picture of a saddle won in a rodeo.

“All my grandsons are cowboys and I have four grandsons.”

Growing up in the 1940’s and 50’s, Short knew some well-known cowboys in the area.

Short told a story about a cowboy named Gordon Hapdean. “This guy was a cowboy deluxe. I stayed on his ranch when I was 12.

“Hap made spurs. He made saddles. He could do any kind of ranch work. He was the manager of other ranches. I stayed on the ranches with him. His sister and brother were old maids. I turned 14 when I was with them and his sister made me a birthday cake in the old wood stove. Back then they didn’t have too many decorations, but she iced it and put ‘Jack’ in jellybeans on the top.”

He recalled an incident involving Hapdean and Ben Johnson: “They were at the steer roping in Pawhuska — Ben Johnson Memorial in Pawhuska. This was a long-time ago. Hapdean was a competition cowboy back in his day. Before the roping started, they were meeting. They made moonshine in these days. Hap’s wife had been drinking. Ben Johnson walked up and she said to him, ‘You’re not a cowboy.’ Ben Johnson said, ‘Yes, ma’am, I know that.’”

Short said, “Compared to Hap and the other guys, he was a movie star.”

Kester spoke up for Johnson: “Ben Johnson was a saddle bronc rider. He got in the movies and they thought he would get hurt, so he stopped. He was better known as a roper. In roping he was a World’s Champion. He won an Oscar and a Roping World Championship!”

Short’s adult life included three years in the Navy, marriage, the birth of his two sons, his wife’s death in a car accident, raising his two sons alone, saddle-making school in South Dakota, a stint as a saddle maker, followed by a successful career in construction as a carpenter.

He still enjoys restoring vintage saddles. Two saddles from the 1880 to 1900 era, which sit in his living room, were restored entirely by hand, he said.

These days Short, who has become an avid gardener and canner, is retired, and lives in Bartlesville with his son, Mark Short, and grandson, Kent Short.

Jack Short, who attended saddle-making school in South Dakota, is shown with two of the saddles he restored by hand, both for range horses, which require a higher horn. Shown left is a 1900 era saddle with the high horn made from leather he cut and stamped with a saddle stamp and stitched by hand with brass-covered stirrups. Shown right is an 1880 era saddle with a slick fork, covered dees, high horn, high back, slotted seat and brass-covered stirrups. Modern saddles are broader with lower horns.

Jack Short, who attended saddle-making school in South Dakota, is shown with two of the saddles he restored by hand, both for range horses, which require a higher horn. Shown left is a 1900 era saddle with the high horn made from leather he cut and stamped with a saddle stamp and stitched by hand with brass-covered stirrups. Shown right is an 1880 era saddle with a slick fork, covered dees, high horn, high back, slotted seat and brass-covered stirrups. Modern saddles are broader with lower horns.

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Osage County Tourism Gains Momentum

Tourism Forum at Gilcrease Museum's Helmerich Research Center

Tourism Forum at Gilcrease Museum’s Helmerich Research Center


By: Roseanne McKee, Osage County Tourism Coordinator

The Osage County Tourism Forum was held from 10 – 2 p.m. on Jan. 27 at the Gilcrease Museum’s Helmerich Research Center, where stakeholders, tourist venue representatives and tourism specialists gathered to share and learn.

There was a full house at the forum, which included lunch provided by the Osage Casinos.

It goes without saying that Ree Drummond’s Pioneer Woman Mercantile Deli/Bakery/General Store, which opened Oct. 31, gave tourism a jumpstart in Osage County. P.W. Mercantile Events Coordinator Jourdan Foran, charged with planning special events at the Mercantile attended the forum.

Even before the opening of the Mercantile, thirty-three million impressions are made each year through Oklahoma Travel and Recreation Dept. (OTRD) marketing efforts, said Kimberly Noe-Lehenbauer, an Advertising Account Executive at OTRD.

“Tourism is an 8.6 billion dollar industry in Oklahoma. For every tax dollar spent by the Oklahoma Tourism and Recreation Dept., there is a $7 return in tax revenue. You are impacting the state in a big, big way,” Noe-Lehenbauer said.

Susan McCalmont, President of Creative Oklahoma

Susan McCalmont, President of Creative Oklahoma

Susan McCalmont, President, Creative Oklahoma, spoke about developing creative ideas. To build tourism in the Osage a collaborative vision is needed with unselfish leadership. She commended the Pawhuska Merchant’s Association for its cooperative spirit, working on weekends to improve the business exteriors in downtown Pawhuska, develop imaginative ideas and test them!

“The best of these ideas survive,” McCalMont said. “Think big dreams, try them out and see what happens. Failure is part of the creative process.”

Charlotte Ashworth, Green Country Mktg. Dir. of Sales, Kimberly Noe-Lehebauer, Advertising Oklahoma Travel and Recreation Dept., Trisha Kerkstra, POSTOAK Lodge Mgr. and Osage County Tourism Board  President, Eddy Red Eagle, Jr., Osage Elder and OCTB member and Osage Industrial Authority Bd. member.

Charlotte Ashworth, Green Country Mktg. Dir. of Sales, Kimberly Noe-Lehebauer, Advertising Oklahoma Travel and Recreation Dept., Trisha Kerkstra, POSTOAK Lodge Mgr. and Osage County Tourism Board President, Eddy Red Eagle, Jr., Osage Elder and OCTB member and Osage Industrial Authority Bd. member.


Charlotte Ashworth, Green Country Marketing Association (GCMA) Director of Sales, described their 22 publications, each offering individual advertising or advertising in a cooperative arrangement, wherein several companies each contribute funds in order to have a presence collective presence in an ad.

Distribution Oklahoma is one of GCMA’s magazines being sent to Tour Bus Operators, Ashworth said. GCMA’s publications include a national magazine published quarterly, another featuring Wedding Ideas and the True West magazine. Ashworth said that staff at G.C. Mktg. can produce brochures, ads, maps, rack cards and banners. “Just tell me what you need and I’ll find it for you,” she said.

POSTOAK Lodge General Manager, Trisha Kerkstra, praised Green Country Marketing Association for helping to create trail maps for POSTOAK Lodge, describing their services as excellent and economical.

POSTOAK Lodge, which sits on 1,000 acres in the Osage hills, hosts retreats, conferences, weddings and reunions and special events such as their annual wine and jazz festival and a spring marathon for trail runners.

Kerkstra encouraged stakeholders to apply for grants. POSTOAK obtained a grant from the Oklahoma Wildlife Dept. to establish a monarch butterfly wait station – an enhancement to their nature trails sure to please lodge guests.

Kerkstra, who is also president of the Osage County Tourism Board, said that last year’s tourism budget, derived from the lodging tax, was about $42 ,000. Of that, one-third was used to pay staff, one-third was used for marketing and ads in publications and one-third went toward grants for Osage County events such as the Indian Taco Festival in Pawhuska. The current tourism budget is about $72,000.

Kerkstra thanked the Osage County Tourism Coordinator, Roseanne McKee, for her work with the board to develop four tour plans, which have been sent to motor coach companies in the region. McKee also updates the tourism website, http://www.visittheosage.com, with text and photos, and produces a quarterly newsletter, which is e-mailed to contacts, and is available on the website home page.

Social media updates for Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter and Instagram are handled by Digital Generator, and the Visit the Osage Facebook page has over 10,000 followers.

Osage elder, Eddy Red Eagle, Jr., who is retired from 34 years in management at Citgo, spoke to forum guests about the fact that tourism is an economic driver in Osage County, which increases the need for highspeed broadband internet infrastructure and housing to meet the needs of incoming businesses and residents.

Gilcrease Museum Executive Director, James Pepper Henry, described the Gilcrease Museum as “Tulsa’s most valuable asset.”

The Gilcrease has a signed copy of the Declaration of Independence and the only copies of the Articles of the Emancipation Proclamation, which became the basis for the U.S. Constitution. The Gilcrease Museum has one of the top five American art and colonial art collections in the U.S., the most Charles Russell art in the world and the second largest collection of Remington art in the U.S. The writings of Bob Dylan, who just won a Nobel Prize for writing, are also at the Gilcrease.

Only a fraction of the art collection is on display due to limited gallery space, Henry said. Soon, the museum will undergo renovation and expansion to expand gallery space and add needed amenities.

Dr. Joe Conner, owner of the Fairfax Chief Newspaper, spoke about tourism efforts in Fairfax including upcoming Saturday art markets at the Tallchief Theatre in downtown Fairfax where local artists will sell their work.

Executive Director of Strategic Planning at Woolaroc, Kaci Fouts, spoke about current exhibits, the wildlife preserve, and upcoming events at Woolaroc, including their Christmas Festival of Lights, which welcomed 13,000 visitors in 2016. Other events are the Mountain Man Camp, summer day camp for kids and the Cow thieves and Outlaws Reunion celebrating its ninetieth year in 2017.

L-R: Harvey Payne from Tallgrass Prairie Preserve, Dr. Joe Conner owner of Fairfax Chief, James Pepper Henry, Exec. Director of Gilcrease Museum and Kaci Fouts, Director of Strategic Planning at Woolaroc

L-R: Harvey Payne from Tallgrass Prairie Preserve, Dr. Joe Conner owner of Fairfax Chief, James Pepper Henry, Exec. Director of Gilcrease Museum and Kaci Fouts, Director of Strategic Planning at Woolaroc


No Osage County Tourism forum would be complete without mentioning the Osage landscape. Harvey Payne, Community Relations Coordinator and Preserve Director Emeritus of the Joseph H. Williams Tallgrass Prairie Preserve, spoke about the prairie, which was once “a utopia for bison, elk and deer.”

Describing its ecology, Payne said: “The prairie has to have fire or it will die. Without fire it was a spruce and blackjack tree forest. We do the burning which mimics the seasons…Ninety percent of what bison eat is grass. Called the great American desert by early explorers, when the steel plow was discovered it became endangered. Nowhere else was there a tallgrass prairie. It was coveted by settlers and farmers. The bread basket we have today probably came from the Tallgrass Prairie.

“The Nature Conservancy began purchasing the land in 1988. Then in 1993 bison were re-introduced to the Tallgrass Prairie with funded donations,” Payne said.

The preserve, free to the public, is privately owned by the Nature Conservancy, which does accept donations. Current Tallgrass Prairie Director is Robert G. Hamilton.

Bruce Carter, Tallgrass Art Gallery and Tallgrass Tours owner. Carter is also a member of the OC Indus. Auth. Bd. and OC Tourism Bd.

Bruce Carter, Tallgrass Art Gallery and Tallgrass Tours owner. Carter is also a member of the OC Indus. Auth. Bd. and OC Tourism Bd.

Bruce Carter, owner of the Tallgrass Art Gallery in Pawhuska spoke about ways to market your business and build a service culture. He emphasized the use of social media for marketing your business. He described his new business bringing motor coach tours to the Osage and described taking a tour group to the Tallgrass Prairie for wine and hors d’oeuvres at sunset, and how this added experience resulted in happy tourists.

Osage Nation Museum Collections Manager Cali Martin spoke about the changes at the museum since the new curator Hallie Winter began in May 2016, and described an upcoming exhibit: Enduring Images, featuring photos of the Osage taken in the last century. A section of the gallery is also set aside for the work of today’s Osage artists. Another permanent exhibit called “Wahzhazhe Spirit” tells the Osage story.

Osage Nation Properties Manager, Bruce Cass, spoke about the nation’s support for tourism, and progress on an eco-park with community vegetable gardens, hydroponics and walking trails in Pawhuska.

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The Lost St. Louis Settlement

The Forgotten St. Louis Settlement of Washington County

By: Roseanne McKee
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Part I:

In a series of interviews over the past few months, Bartlesville resident, Jack Short, talked about the forgotten St. Louis Settlement established in the late 1800’s in Washington County west of the Caney River and his own childhood in that area.

Just before statehood the St. Louis settlement, located on Cherokee land, had 75 people, Jack Short said.

No one knows for sure why it was named the St. Louis settlement. “I don’t think any of them had ever been to St. Louis. I asked my dad and he didn’t know,” Short said.

The St. Louis settlement had a school and the Saddle Rock Café. Short’s uncle, Ray Edwards, attended the St. Louis school, and was interviewed at age 12 about the school, Short recalled. The interview is from a book by Bartlesville author, Sue Smith, entitled “Recalling the Past of Copan, Dewey and Wann Areas,” copies of which are available in the Bartlesville Public Library.

According to the book, the school was called the St. Louis Meeting House and also served as the church meeting place. His uncle’s maternal grandfather, named Medlen, was the superintendent of the school. The school was located west of the St. Louis settlement, and a couple of miles north, where the gravel road continues toward Caney and the blacktop turns west toward Hulah. At the foot of the big hill, turn east off the gravel road and the school was about a half mile back down toward the river. The land where the school was located eventually was owned by Amos Busman, the Edwards interview stated.
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Shown in photo are members of Jack Short’s family who all lived in the St. Louis Settlement at one time. Front row: Wilson J. Medlen, Emmett Medlen, Nancy Ann Wiseman Medlen. Second Row: Mary Ellen Medlen “Matee”, Sarah Etta Medlen, Grace Belle Medlen, Clara Jane Medlen (Jack’s paternal grandmother who owned the Bar S Ranch and Saddle Rock Café in the St. Louis settlement), Florence Ann Medlen. (All of Short’s great aunts shown in the second row eventually moved to Copan) Back row: Lewis Medlen, Henry Harrison Medlen.

In 1907, Edwards quit school at the age of 12 to help his father in his business making drilling rig and oil derrick timbers for the oil industry, which was in full swing. The interview quotes Edwards as saying, that with a group of six or seven hired men, Edwards father, William “Buck” Edwards, cut cottonwood or oak into logs and then squared them with a broadaxe. “This was terribly hard work … but it was just the way it had to be done,” Edwards said in the interview.

Short’s father, Lewis Hubbard Short, was born in 1887 and moved to the St. Louis Settlement at the age of one. His family oral history is that his great, great grandmother, named Sarah Hale, travelled on the Trail of Tears from Tennessee. On her first trip, she returned to Tennessee, after not getting along with the Osage in Nevada, Mo., he said. Later Sarah Hale set out again and made it to the Oklahoma territory.

Short’s grandmother, Clara Jane Medlen Short, owned the Bar S Ranch and the Saddle Rock Café, which became a gathering place for St. Louis settlement residents. Short showed a copy of a photo of the Saddle Rock Café from that time and another photo of Clara and her siblings and parents. (Note that the family name was spelled Medlen, but Short’s sister’s research indicates that Tennessee records show the name spelled Medlin.)

“St. Louis never became a city because the railroad missed it. Most people moved over to Copan and so the settlement just died out. The railroad went on the east side of the river, so they were on the wrong side of the river,” Short explained.

The family spread out over time. Several of his aunts moved to Copan. Short eventually settled in Bartlesville, where he lives with one of his sons, Mark Short, and his grandson, Kent Short.

Jack Short, shown on the right, with his friend Al Jay Kester.

Jack Short, shown on the right, with his friend Al Jay Kester.

Short wants people to remember the settlement because it documents the lives of pioneers living around the Caney River in Oklahoma territory.
For years after the settlement dissolved, families continued to live around the Caney River.

Short was born in Copan. Speaking of his childhood, Short said, “[t]his was the exciting part of my life. We moved west of Copan out on the [Caney] River. This was before dams and flood plains. When the Caney River got out, it got out for miles. Where we lived was on the river down there west of Copan and when the river got up, we had to go to higher ground. My dad would hitch up the wagon and team and there was about seven families that lived on these little islands with river on both sides. The river never did get in our house. My dad would turn all the pigs and chickens out and they’d roost in the trees and get wherever they could and the river would stay up for about five days.

“Most families, we’d go to Reuben Wilson’s,” who was a Delaware Indian, Short said. “They’d camp there and have a stomp dance.”

“After the river went down, these big fish would get trapped in the weeds and the grass and dad and these other guys would take gigs and flat bottom boats and catch ‘em and come back and we’d have a big fish fry.

“This was on the west side of where the Copan Dam is now located in 1940 to ‘45.

During those days, neighbors came together to make ends meet for their families.

“These same people would gather in the fall because of the pecan trees. These were huge pecan trees. We didn’t get a sackful, we’d get like a pickup load. The native pecans are not as big as paper shells, but they were big for natives; these were humongous trees. We had one guy who would climb these trees, his name was Ardel Large; he would climb these trees and hook a rope up and hook it to the bumper of the truck and shake ‘em. We got new shoes and stuff because pecans was five cents a pound. The feed stores bought ‘em.

During his childhood, Short also spend a lot time with his maternal grandparents, Jim and Meadie Gaddis at their home in Copan. They were born in Kentucky and married there and then travelled to Oklahoma Territory with Jim Gaddis’s parents. Jim Gaddis became a developer/builder in Copan. The first rodeo arena in Copan was on his land.
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In Photo: Jack Short’s maternal grandmother Meadie Gaddis, age 18, feeding chickens in Oklahoma Territory.

Here is an account of some of Short’s memories with them:

“I stayed with my grandparents a lot. We would get up. We’d go and do the chores. This was Sunday morning. Then my grandpa and I would sit in his big chair and listen to southern gospel music.

“Grandpa always drank tomato juice with his breakfast every morning. Me and my cousin would go to the store and on the list there would be tomato juice. I seen V-8 and I thought that would be a lot better. When my grandma took it out of the sack she said ‘What’s this?’ I said, ‘They didn’t have tomato juice so I got this.’ She called the store, Crawford’s, and said, ‘well, they have tomato juice now so get some and you can keep this for yourself and drink it.’ She could’ve called me a liar, but she didn’t. I wish everybody had good grandparents like that.”

Look for Part II of this article about Short’s childhood, cowboy days and adult life.

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American Plains Artists Signature Member Show Coming to Pawhuska

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The American Plains Artists (APA) Signature Member Show will be hosted by Preserving Arts in the Osage at the Ole’ #1 Firehouse Art Center in Pawhuska, Oklahoma, March 24 – May 7.

The show will open with an Invitation Only Meet and Greet event, featuring Western entertainment and barbecue on Fri., March 24, from 6 – 8 p.m. 

To make reservations for this Meet and Greet event, e-mail Bruce at bruce@tallgrassgallery.net no later than Feb. 20.  

The public is invited to attend this celebration of “Art of the Plains” featuring realistic and representational artworks in traditional media that depict the American Great Plains region — its landscape, wildlife, people, and way of life in historical or modern times. 

Works of art in the show will be provided by nationally recognized, award-winning artists who hail from across the United States.  The approximately fifty-five pieces being exhibited and for sale at this event will be by the APA Signature members, who were elected to signature status status due in part to the continual high quality of their artwork.  

For more information about the APA and Preserving Arts in the Osage please visit: www.americanplainsartists.com and www.artsintheosage.org.  

The show is open to the public March 25-May 7, 2017.

Photo from APA website.

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