|This genealogy is an effort to record when, who, and where the Pounds family migrated from Missouri to central Oklahoma. This branch of the family tree seemed to be restless, always looking to improve themselves by moving west. Although the family roots can be traced all the way back to the first John Pound/s who came to America in the 1700's, this is not that story. This is the story of George Benjamin Pounds, his wife Celia, Celia's mother Bertha Hannson Olson and adopted father Oliver Olson. |
Although Oliver Olson participated in the land run of 1891, camped along the banks of the Cimmaron River, and staked a claim to a section of land in the north west corner of Lincoln County, in actuality his wife Bertha was our original ancestor in Oklahoma. Bertha, as a young widow, brought three small children with her across the ocean from Sweden to America. One of these children became my great grandmother Celia Pounds, wife of George Benjamin Pounds.
This web site is my attempt to tell Celia's story and the stories of her children after her early and tragic death. It is also an attempt to place permanently on the untangible rolls of memory such place names as Goodnight, Partridge, Lowe, Merrick, Four Corners, Sweet Home, Pleasant Ridge, Mount Vernon, Oak Grove. At one time these places resounded with the sounds of the living, but today they lay quietly, buried beneath tangled vines, rotted cedar trees and tons of water in a wet grave called Chandler Lake.
EPITAPH FOR AN UNMARKED GRAVE
Dewey Cemetery, Lincoln County, OK
In memory of
daughter of Bertha Anderson Olson
born in April 1872
in Hansingland, Sweden
married in Maysville Missouri
on September 26 1889
to George Benjamin Pounds
in 1891 she was
delivered of a son named Thomas Franklin
delivered of a son named Hans Allen
delivered of a son named James William
delivered of a daughter named Amanda Elizabeth
delivered of twin girls named Early and Artie
delivered of a son named John Anderson
in 1904 she was
delivered of a son named Andrew Leland
on Tuesday March 20 1906 she was
delivered of a stillborn daughter
on Friday three days later
she died in childbed
by Wayne Pounds
Excerpts from DEWEY CEMETERY
Grandma, I never knew they put you here,
This swatch of pasture by the Guthrie road.
I should have guessed those cedars were for death,
But for all the years I drove these roads
I never knew there was a graveyard here.
Never asked about my grandma's grave?
My daddy growed up in this country,
He fiddled for dances around Carney and Merrick
But I growed up around Oak Grove.
We worked too hard to think about the past,
Listen, my daddy farmed and times were hard.
I followed a mule's ass from dark to dark.
And when I was growed, I twisted the tail
Of a gasoline truck till I knew the roads
Of this county like a skinned knuckle.
I never did nothin' but work.
It was my boy brought me out here today,
The August sun stuck low in the west,
The heat adhesive as a band-aid.
I beat the clump grass back with my cane,
But I didn't find your stone, Grandma.......
Today we found the farm where you died
And your true stone there, the old front step
Of your house, now filled with hay but still a house,
Though off its foundation and fifty feet away.
Inside the finishin' boards said house,
A nail wore a necklace of corn-binder gears.
Was it here death sewed his black seeds in your row?
You lie here half the globe away from home.
Born in Sweden plump and golden,
You died in Oklahoma white and thin.
by Wayne Pounds
For the entire poem and other poetry by Wayne E Pounds, go to poetry section.