21 Sep 1902-25 May 1952 — Oklahoma
Opal was the 4th child of Andrew Jackson Kirkpatrick and Ida Maud Cullins. His older siblings were named 1) Elmer Lester 2) Roy Pearl and 3) a sister Pearl Kirkpatrick. His young brother was named 5) Allen Garnett Kirkpatrick. All of Opal's siblings were named after precious stones.
I have asked my Uncle Don to write down some of his memories of my grandfather, Opal Cullins Kirkpatrick because he died before I was born. Below are some of his memories.
Things I remember about my father Opal Cullins Kirkpatrick by Don Kirkpatrick born Dec 4, 1927, the second of five children born to him and my mother Lillian May (Adkins) Kirkpatrick:
About one and one half years of age living at Wolf, Oklahoma which is located appromimately 5 miles South of Seminole, Okla. My father worked in the Oil Field for they said $21.00/Mo. The next thing was at Macomb, Okla. where he was in the lumber yard business which was owned by the Wewoka Lumber Yard Co.
I remember Xmas time and playing with a wind up train with daddy and walking up town on the side walk - next thing I remember was living at Wanette, Okla. age 2 or 3 where daddy ran a lumber yard there. It seems like he was at work all the time as most merchants in those days worked six days a week, but on Sunday morning he would read the funny papers to us in bed. I remember him making a high chair for Patricia (Pat) and painting it red, and the whole family was so proud of that.
I remember being circumscised at age 3 or 4 and being in bed for a long time. One Sunday after church I went outside the house (we were renting Mrs. Haines house) and saw an airplane fly over and land in a pasture South ot town approx. 1/4 mile. So you can guess the rest. In about 15 minutes my dad showed up and ask me if I wanted to go up. I was too scared, but he went up. I think it was about 1 or 2 dollars.
The depression was coming on and the lumber yard went broke and so he went into the produce business across the street from the lumber yard. I remember him owning a 1928 or 1929 Chevy and a Model T truck. He was always warning me to not crank the truck as it could back fire and break your arm.
Daddy had many friends one which was an Irish family the Ivey's who run a cafe up the block. In those days there were mostly wagons and buggies on the dirt streets and there was a rail to tie the horses outside the cafe. Daddy would take me to eat there occasionally, and it was fun. Daddy was an easy touch for a nickle or penny for candy at least once a week or so as children notice more than people realize I noticed how daddy did in his relations with his customers. In the produce business you were always weighing whatever you bought, cream, chickens, turkeys, pecans, etc. One example I remember was buying turkeys out at the farmers house. We were using a beam level scale (cotton scales) and the farmer was questioning whether daddy was doing it right or not, so daddy suggested that he do the weighing which he did, and all went well. He was always honest as far as I could see and a good example as a Christian man.
Daddy loved to fish, and every chance he got he would go to the farm ponds around the Wanette area, he would usually take me, some cheese and crackers and a can or two of Pabst blue ribbon beer and that was his outlet or hobby. He had a minnow pond behind his produce building when he moved up the street toward the center of town. He was a great family man and always enjoyed his family and a tease, calling his daughter Mary the youngest "baby doll".
He aways smoked Blue Durban roll your own and it no doubt contributed to his early death right before his fifty birthday. He was always supportive to me in Highschool attending all the home basketball games I played in and we actually played together on the same baseball team (Independent League, Sunday Afternoon). He loved baseball, and managed the team several years. He would take me when I was little if there was room, sometimes the whole team would go in one pickup or car. I remember one time him saying "If a man never played baseball he missed the most fun anyone could have in a team sport". He played first base and had great hands and was a real good hitter.
I left home at twenty and was in the Marine Corps. when he passed away of a heart attack while fishing one morning at Daughteries pond and a tramatic experience for all. I tried to get out on a hardship case, but could not. Mom and Charlie tried to run the business for a year or so and could not so they gave it up and I think Charlie graduated high school and joined the Army.