No. I never owned one of those marvels of Henry Ford’s engineering, but I sure wish I had when I was in high school over at Stonewall. The next best thing happened when Lefty Wilson drove his “A Model” to school one day.
They don’t make creeks like they used to. I speak of Buck Creek. To narrow the search for the creek I am speaking of I direct your attention to the county road between Stonewall and Owl Creek. Just north of the city limits on this fairly insignificant stretch of road this little creek crosses.
I loved Goat Ridge Farm, the farm my dad’s parents operated in Leflore County, Oklahoma. My readers know that’s the farm my brother Gerald and I were often exiled to in the hot summers of the 1940s.