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By way of introduction, my name is Doran McEntire. With encouragement from my wife, Dot, I've wrote down some of the stories and good memories of my childhood. I hope my children, grandchildren and friends will enjoy reading these not so exciting but all true stories. Later, I'll be putting some of the better memories and happenings from my over forty years of oil field experience (domestic and overseas).

Thanks and have a good visit...



The paintings my wife, Dot, picked out for my background pages (like the one above) remind me of visiting with the Spit and Whittle club on Saturday evenings in the small town where I was raised.








Meanwhile, here is a sample of the kind of stories I'll be telling you. This short story happened when I was about 15 years old. One day when I was a teenager in Western Oklahoma, one of my friends (Larry Baker) and I were messing around a prairie dog town. We noticed one of the little critters hadn't got back to it's hole. As we had approached the town it had went into a box canyon. I jumped down into the canyon behind the prairie dog and meanwhile Larry ran back to the pickup and got a gunny sack. Larry tossed me the sack and I ran under the prairie dog as it ran up the embankment and then it fell back into the sack. The prairie dog did manage to bite me to the bone (my thumb), but I had him in the bag.

Then, Larry and I got to thinking about a certain member of the Spit and Whittle club that was always teasing one of the widows in town about fixing him some prairie dog stew. She would tell him, "Why, you bring me the prairie dog and I'll fix the stew."

Well, those old men nearly fell off their bench when we presented them with a live prairie dog, and I think I was still bleeding at the time. I don't recall getting to eat any of the stew (or if it was even fixed) but we did have a good laugh then, and many laughs later in the telling of this story.





Song lyrics to: "Grandpa"

Lyrics Words and Music by Jamie O'Hara
Sang by the Judds



Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture
Of long ago

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?

Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days





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