It was my honor to be good friends with a full blood Choctaw Indian (who went ashore on Omaha beach during the Normandy invasion – his grandfather was forcibly removed from Mississippi and traveled on the Trail of Tears to the Oklahoma territory)). For many years we hunted, fished, and ran old dim logging trails in the mountains of southeast Oklahoma looking for turkey, bobcat, fox, feral hog, deer, bear and coyote signs. It was an honor of a lifetime to be a pallbearer when he died in 2017 at the tender age of 96. Where am I going with this you might ask?
Every Saturday morning his wife (Goldena) would fix us eggs, bacon, gravy, biscuits and two sack lunches. I am a biscuit eater. I have no son but if I did he would be the son of a biscuit eater. And proud of it.
It was my honor to be good friends with a full blood Choctaw Indian (who went ashore on Omaha beach during the Normandy invasion – his grandfather was forcibly removed from Mississippi and traveled on the Trail of Tears to the Oklahoma territory)). For many years we hunted, fished, and ran old dim logging trails in the mountains of southeast Oklahoma looking for turkey, bobcat, fox, feral hog, deer, bear and coyote signs. It was an honor of a lifetime to be a pallbearer when he died in 2017 at the tender age of 96. Where am I going with this you might ask?
Every Saturday morning his wife (Goldena) would fix us eggs, bacon, gravy, biscuits and two sack lunches. I am a biscuit eater. I have no son but if I did he would be the son of a biscuit eater. And proud of it.