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| HoCo 2015 - pomp sample |
My son, Jake, is 8 years old. His football team is 7-0 and hopes to be
playoff bound next week. He made a 103%
on his last spelling test. His biggest
concerns are figuring out how to get us to agree to let him wear shorts even
when it’s 45 degrees outside and who is bringing the football to recess. Saturday, October 24, 2015 will be a day
etched in his memory for the rest of his life.
He is at the age where he will remember.
He will recall where he was when he heard. The weather, the time of day, the
circumstances. The emotions, the words,
the cries and anguish. The news reports,
the tears of his parents, the stories from friends. ALL OF IT.
Seared on his young, impressionable memory. This day,
his life, as well as the lives of HUNDREDS of others, has forever been altered.
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| Jake - age 8. 10.24.15 |
The first national tragedy of epic proportions that I
remember was the Challenger Shuttle launch explosion from January 28,
1986. I was in 5th
grade. Mrs. White’s class at Wilkinson
Elementary School in Sarasota, Florida (this was during the Ricker family’s “4
year vacation” away from Stillwater). A
friend and I had been sent from our classroom at the front
of the school, around back to the art room to return some supplies. It was a BRIGHT, cloudless January morning. My friend and I took the “long” route –
outside – to accomplish this chore, as fifth grade girls will do! We were talking about the launch on the way
back, and looked to the sky to see if we could see anything. We saw what we thought was the smoke trails
from the booster engines. It wasn’t
until we wandered our way back to the classroom that we discovered what had dreadfully
happened! The rest of the day was spent
watching news coverage, crying, wondering why.
Our innocence was shattered. I
will never forget.
My family has been a part of Stillwater and Payne Country
history since the very start. My
ancestors had the first general store, the first gas station, and an early mayor
is among my esteemed relatives. I was
born just a few miles up the highway in Perry, but my parents were Stillwater
residents at the time. I attended Skyline
Elementary, Sangre Ridge Elementary, Stillwater Junior High School (where my
twins are now) and Stillwater High School.
My 4 children will be 4th
generation graduates of C.E. Donart/Stillwater High School. Aside from a short time in Florida when I was
a pre-teen, the 8 years in Dallas after college, and a year in Tulsa, I have spent
the majority of my 40+ years living in this town. Even when my address wasn’t in Stillwater, it
was still my HOME and I visited often. I have been to more Homecoming Walkaround and Sea
of Orange Parade events than most of these current college kids have even been alive
for! I’ve been a participant, a
coordinator, and a spectator of that parade more times than I can actually
remember. Homecoming is SACRED to my family
and the parade was often the one time a year we could all get together and be a
family as we all grew up and scattered across the nation. Stillwater will always be HOME. This is MY town! “Where I was born, where I was raised. Where
I keep all my yesterdays. Where I ran off 'cos I got mad, An' it came to blows
with my old man. Where I came back to settle down, It's where they'll put me in
the ground: This is my town.” (Thank you Montgomery Gentry for summing that up
for me! And no, I never came to blows
with my old man, but I can recall a few times he would have liked to string me
up…)
But for some reason, God has chosen this place I call sacred
ground for some true tests of resiliency.
We’ve been here before. This town
has been brought to their knees many times.
Natural disasters. A school
shooting at the Junior High that we leaned was a horrific suicide. And in the last dozen or so years, the OSU community has been shaken especially hard. We were stunned by a plane crash
in 2001 that killed 10 members of the Men’s Basketball family. (I personally knew 2 members of that tragedy.) Then, 10 years later, we were shocked again when 2
coaches and 2 others were killed in a plane crash while on a Women’s Basketball
recruiting trip (I knew both of those coaches as well from my days in
Athletics). And now. This. Rocked to the core, AGAIN. Our beloved Homecoming parade marred by disaster. Changed forever. In a split second. This
unfathomable, inconceivable, horrible event.
I can’t call it an accident, I’m not sure it was. But I do know what IS NOT an accident. That it happened here. In MY TOWN.
God said he would lead us beside StillWater(s). And here we are. Pulling together. Holding each other up. Praying.
Supporting – financially, physically, and emotionally. Because that’s what MY TOWN does. Better than most. It’s the Oklahoma Standard. And God showed us He did not forsake us in the
midst of this heartbreak. Even when it
hurts, He is with us. Even when we don’t
understand WHY, He shows up in big ways.
He loves our souls, He heals our scars.
And to show that promise, He blanketed our whole state (and those that
border us as well) with the most SPECTACULAR orange sunset I have ever
seen. He is BESIDE us.
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| Orange sky over Stillwater, OK 10.24.15 |
We knew several of the victims of this crash. Some who died, some who are still in
hospitals in critical condition, some who were treated and released, and some
who just needed a bandage. And a
hug. But most of all, we know STILLWATER. We know this town from its roots. And we know, we are ALL
#StillwaterStrong. The coming days,
weeks, months will be hard. My 8 year
old will grow up a lot and learn some of life’s toughest lessons in the coming
days. And every year, when we go to the
Sea of Orange Parade, we will be reminded.
Even though we won’t really need to be.
Because, we will REMEMBER. That’s
what we do. In MY TOWN.
Some people call it the middle of nowhere; we call it the CENTER of our Universe.
#StillwaterStrong
My family too. From the start, in Western Oklahoma, where my ancestors staked their homesteading claims after the Land Run over a century ago, my family lived through WW1 and 2, the Dust Bowl, the Great Depression, and though the first children born in Oklahoma--my 8 Great Aunts and Uncles and their Mother and Father who moved them all to Stillwater so that they might be well educated are gone now, there is a large group of family and friends who still consider Stillwater, Oklahoma our Home. I spent my childhood there. We looked forward to Homecoming every year and I sat on the front row of that parade each year. I raced turtles and went Christmas shopping on that very street where people were mowed down. It is so very sad because I don't remember many sad things from the time I lived there as a child. Don't memorialize this event and. Try to minimize it for the children. That is what the adults did when I was growing up and what should be done now. It is better to emphasize the happy times.
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