Randy Stephens
Hey classers,
Hey, hey, hey. I had a great time both at our reunion and at El Camino's Sunday. All of you are a great bunch of people. Makes me proud I move to Tulia for my higher education.
Got home last night. Stopped in Duncan OK. to see my aunty. She is the last one of Dad's siblings still alive. While there, we talked ancestry and visited the graves of my relatives. Here's one for ya.
My mom told me when I was young, that the Stephens' lived in the south. One brother was a black sheep and left to go west. Now, here's the rest of the story I discovered while in Duncan.
My great, great grandpa was George Arastus Stephens. He was born around 1870. They called his Rat. The family lived in the south. When Rat was 5 years, he ran away from home because he didn't like his step mother. He met a black slave, and live with him for 13 years. At age 18, Rat went west to Texas on a black horse. For the next 10 years he rode in the cattle drives on the Chisolm Trail, and another trail drive I can't remember. Later he became a marshall and lived in Bowie Texas. Mom told me long ago, that Rat was chasing an out law and upon finding him a fight ensued. The outlaw sliced open Rat's stomach. Rat pushed his guts back into place and held them in with one hand while beating the hell out of the outlaw with the other. Now you know why I'm so damn ornery.
I've got to find out who his father was, who my relatives down here are, and where they lived in the south.
"....BEER FOR MY HORSES AND WHISKY FOR MY FRIENDS...."
Randall
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