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1: The following stories were written by Andrew Z.Ludden in the early 1970's. They are his memories of pioneering Oklahoma Territory.

26: Samantha Ellen Lintner Ludden June 2, 1859 -- May 17, 1932

28: Ben Charley Harrison Samantha Archie Leonard Andrew Z. Warner

29: Leonard - Benjamin - Andrew - Charles - Harrison Warner - Samantha - Archie

30: Andrew Z. Ludden & Maud Mae Kinser October 6, 1912

32: 50th Anniversary Celebration

34: These stories were written by your Granddad off & on in 1970-1972, and published in the Mooreland Leader. Now for more of the story. You didn't know him when he was young. He loved to smoke good Cuban cigars, and ordered them by the box. He would hold me on his lap and blow smoke rings. I would try to put my finger through them. Of course you all remember his many songs. He would sing Babes in the Woods to me and I would cry. Ruth would stomp her foot and tell him to quit making me cry. | Babes In The Woods Oh don't you remember a long time ago, two babes in the woods their names I don't know. Were stolen away one bright summer day, and lost in the woods I've heard people say. And when it came night so sad was their plight. The moon went down & gave no light. They sobbed and they sighed and they bitterly cried, poor babes in the woods they lay down and died. And when they were dead a robin so red brought strawberry leaves & over them spread, and sang sweet songs the whole night long. Poor babes in the woods, poor babes in the woods.

35: Won't You Come Over to My House Won't you come over to my house, won't you come over and play. I've got a dolly, a plaything or two, I live in the house cross the way. I'll give you candy & sweet things, I'll put your hair in a curl, if you'll only come over to my house and play that you're my little girl. Perhaps you don't know, but not long ago, these toys I'm giving to you were my little girls, yes my own little Pearls. Here eyes were like yours large & blue. But one day I found that the angels came down and took her way up in the sky. So don't go away but come over each day, or you'll make your new Mama cry. I'll give you candy and sweet things, I'll put your hair in a curl, if you'll only come over to my house and play that you're my little girl. | Andy Ludden's Medley I've just dropped in to see you...To sing a little song...It's all about Old Dandy Jim from the Caroline....My Old Aunt Re-Re-Ri-Re-Roree around the corner...Young Roree-O-Born courted Katherine Bond. She is bold as a lion. He is soft as a fawn. For He sought in his heart Pretty Katherine Bond, to walk jaw bone Jenny come along. In come Sally with the last rose of summer come blooming along. All her lovely companions are nid-nid-nod-nodding at our house at home, home, sweet ,sweet, home; be it ever so humble theres no place like Hail Columbi' Happy Land. Hail Ye' heros Heaven born band...Come to town the other night to see the show and see the fight...The Policeman, they were running around; they heard Old DanTucker's banjo go gently steeling ore' Me...Oh memory will bring back that feeling in spite of all our griefs revealing...I dearly love that Star Spangled Banner...Oh long may it wave...Ore' the land of the free and the home of; Yankee Doodle come to town upon a little pony, stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni. (I asked him where he had found this song and he said it was from the Pickens...He told me he had picked it up from hither, thither and yond. Reprinted, of course, without Grandfather Ludden's permission by his Grandson Don Weiszbrod)

37: Andrew Z. Ludden We know and love him as Daddy, Granddad, Great-Granddad, Bapa and Ba. These are names of eternal love. A love that has no bounds or limit, for always we will love him. He has touched our lives and made us each as we are. We are a family molded together with love. There are so many things that my heart cries out to say, but I sit here remembering precious moments in time. I hear the sound of a train in the distance and will always think of you when I hear that sound. I remember walking the railroad tracks with you standing so very close watching so I wouldn't fall, and then giving me a nickel to place on the track waiting for the next train to pass by. I hear the birds singing and somehow I faintly hear the melodies that you sang to me as a child. I'll miss your laughter and that sparkle in your eyes that was always there, but I think it will be your song that I will remember and miss the most. All of these precious memories that we hold so very dear and close to our hearts are but dreams made possible by you. There is so very much that we want to say, but how can words describe all that the heart feels. It seems important though to say thank-you - thank you for touching all of our lives in such a special way. | The above was written by Susan Dunbar Dakil and read as a memorial at the funeral service.

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