Ooook--lahoma- can't say the word without singin' the song, right? I drove all the way through the state looking for that wind and those plains.
What I saw was red dirt, even redder water and land belonging to the Kickapoo nation.
We also drove through Canadian county with its Canadian river (wrong turn?)Know one really knows the origin of the name Canadian- its source isn't Canada.
We passed through Yukon where we saw a sign for he Czech hall where they have a Czech festival every year. Evidently Yukon became a hot spot for Bohemian immigrants and came to be know as the "Czech capital of Oklahoma".
Kickapoos- nothing fierce about that name. As I've read about this tribe I've found their name suits their nature. Kickapoos were constantly displaced because they wanted to avoid the white man who kept encroaching on their homelands and they wanted their children raised in their own culture. Kickapoos were originally part of the Woodlands Indians and were located in Michigan. They moved from there to Green Bay, Wisconsin and, after many other moves, ended up in Oklahoma and Texas. Big change huh? Considering they lived off the land,I can't imagine their learning curve.
By the way, we stopped for lunch close to the state line. Got out of the car and guess what- the wind really does come sweepin' down the plain. Glad to know you can still learn something from the movies.
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