Jeannine, that is a good one, sounds just like the kinds of things that happened in the little community where we lived back then. Just this afternoon while helping my sister Mary sort her photos (I take a small bunch and we sit in the living center dining room and sort them out for her and her two sons) We were laughing about a friend of hers and neighbors of for years, that would not go to school, her grandfather hid in the bushes on the side of the road and would rattle the bushes and trees, it would scare her to where she would keep up with my sister Mary all the way to school. I remember the family laughing about doing Mr. Graves doing that over the years. A few years ago, when we were taking turns staying with Mom in her apt,my son John had a co-worker who said he was from Wynnewood. It was that girl's son. He brought him to lunch and John just sat back and enjoyed hearing me, Mom and Layne reminisce about people and things in Wynnewood. Later, Nova . In a message dated 10/29/2011 5:01:10 P.M. Central Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: