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Note: Myrtle Marie Garrett was born January 24, 1898 in Decatur, Arkansas and died June 22, 1973 in WaKeeney, Kansas. She married Frankie Edward Cummings
on February 20, 1917 in Bentonville, Arkansas.
Memories by Gayle M. Garrett:
As a kid and young man, I spent quite a bit of time with my Great Aunt and Great Uncle. My parents and our family were included in some of their family get togethers. I remember Mom and Dad loading us kids, Ed and Myrtle and going some where on severral different occasions. On one or two occasions, we went to the Garden City, Kansas Zoo. There we would meet and spend the day with my Dad's cousin and family, Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Ed's daughter Marie and family. We would have a picnicand spend most of the day before heading home. Marie and husband, Jake Mai and family lived at Lakin, Kansas, this was close to Garden City. There were signs of what not to do in the baboon area "Please do not tease the animals." The sign was all that was necessary for Aunt Myrtle. To entertain us kids, she walked up to the fence made a face and hollered boo! When she turned her back to the pen, the baboon set on and filled his hand had threw it at us real quick like. It was so quick, some of the group did not realize what had happened.
In 1952, Dad loaded us kids and Ed and Myrtle and took off for San Antonio, Texas. Dad was good at leaving in early morning hours, like 2:30 am. He had a new car with less than 100 miles on it. We took out and Dad missed a road somewhere in Northern Oklahoma and ran out of gas in the wide open country, outside of Buffalo, Oklahoma. A nice moonlit night and no vehicles moving any where. We had sit there a few minutes when Ed told us kids this was Indian country. About this time, he let out a blood curdling was whoop, and really let go. Dad could see a farmer's yeard light 1/2 a mile ahead and decided to walk and see if they could get some gas. They knocked and knocked on his door and no answer. They saw a light coming down the country road and hailed it. The guy was taking his son back to the army barracks so was in a hurry. He said he knew his neighbor was home. Even though he called out his name and knocked, no answer. Dad told about the Indian yell and the neighbor laughed and said I know he is home. He said he would go back home, some 5 miles and get some gas, which he did.
We got to San Antonio and picked up their son, Gary and spent a day at the gulf coast of Galveston, Texas. We spent a day at the Alamo in San Antonio. We spent a day at the San Antonio Zoo. Signs read "Don't torment the animals. Here, it was elk, Aunt Myrtle had to torment. She went up to the fence raised her arms and yelled boo! As she turned her back we heard a loud crash as the elk rushed the fence.
Myrtle like playing cards and had a group of people that they would all get together with and when somebody had a birthday, they would go to that person's home and play cards. My parents often stopped and played cards.
The above information is from memories of Gayle M. Garrett.
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