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Tulsa, Oklahoma about 1939. West Tulsa on the Arkansas River west bank is in the foreground.

I am finding this to be the most difficult page of the narrative to compose, for it is of David’s and my growing up. * As a psychiatrist, I accept that one never completely understands their own “growing-up.” As the late aging process continues for me, I have come to understand the wisdom of this said on a weblog recently “Emotion has the longest and clearest memory. ”

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About 1942

The move to Tulsa was a move to Eden but I suffered as much as Eve from the leaving.  I mourned for years the loss of family and familiar surroundings of Lawton.

I believe our mother suffered even more. One may forgive her intrusive fears of illness as having a reality base. This was a time of rampaging poliomyelitis (infantile paralysis); there was no penicillin to treat a host of fatal infections and prevent rheumatic fever. Tuberculosis was ever a threat among the poor and malnourished greenhouse workers, just down from the Ozarks. I had a positive tuberculin skin test by the time I entered college.

Doing what men  do, our father immersed himself in the business of securing the means for physical sustenance for family.  He had his greatest wish, a chance to work, to provide for family and to  introduce some beauty into the lives of others.

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Visit to Lawton Picnic in the Wichita Mountains. .

In addition to our personal change of place, in 1939, the whole world changed as “rumors of war” were transformed into reality. Our family was no exception in facing a whole new set of anxieties and deprivations and challenges. The counter-culture of war began to take hold, especially once the United States became involved in hostilities. Mother continued to work miracles with wartime rationing just as she had during the times of little money. She always answered my cries from nightmares of bombings and of tornadoes with reassuring presence.

Our father worked a second job assembling warplanes. His lack of time and the gasoline and tire rationing intervened to limit our ability to visit our southwestern Oklahoma family. This seemed to especially disrupt the neighborhood quality of the visiting with the Cooke side of the family. Visiting with the Watkins grandparents had always been more formal and though with less frequency that seemed to continue with some constancy. David has recounted to me his primary memory is of the peace of visits to the Watkins home on B Avenue. Both kept alive a sense of continuity  for me.

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Delman Theater, 15th Street and Lewis

In Tulsa, before our parents built the home of our high school years we lived in various houses owned by the Tulsa Greenhouse which had since its founding provided housing for greenhouse workers. All of these we lived in were along a spur of U. S. Route 66. From our front yard David and I, waving and noting the license plates, observed the world go by. During WWII the military convoys all came by way of this route. We waved many many cheerful young men off to the wars. And we learned about war every Saturday afternoon at the Delman Theater. I know my taste for after dinner Cointreau was spawned by Casablanca.

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Boston Avenue Methodist Church, Tulsa. Design suggested and in part by a Tulsa high school classroom teacher.

The culture of the enlightened great Art Deco city of Tulsa and its public school system was an enriching influences. Beauty is not all but it is much. The city itself was such a contrast to southwestern Oklahoma. There were more trees and expansive green grass lawns as the drought had never had the hold there as in other sections of the state.

The new moguls of oil came to their wealth in the midst of the Art Deco period of architecture and filled the public spaces with beautiful work places and churches. Affluent engineers and geologists the oil industry had attracted built homes for beauty beyond utilitarianism. The publisher of one of the two daily newspapers  built and lived in a Frank Lloyd Wright home.

There are a number of youTube videos featuring Tulsa architecture. This first one is a short survey of standing buildings that begins with my high school, Will Rogers High School.

In addition to the video below, “Art Deco Buildings”  links to another YouTube film that is  longer and richly descriptive film for the serious students of Art Deco architecture.

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It was of course school that occupied virtually all David’s and my conscious efforts  but  history has subsequently  proven that a lot more was going on in nourishing the hearts and minds of who we were to be. There can be no words of praise high enough to describe the qualities of this progressive school system. We not only learned how to write and speak (even to our grandmother’s standards) but art, and music, and literature. I had one course that was a field participation in a summer of cataloging the flora and fauna of Tulsa County. As a senior at the still celebrated Will Rogers High School, my English class included architecture and the great religions as well as all the “standard” academics.  And we had time for physical education too!

The importance reading and learning was reinforced by the dinners of 10 cents a can mackerel Mother provided in order to afford books of substance to go in the built-in book-case in the living room. David found his life-long love for the ice regions in the reading of the encyclopedia and I learned from the Vassar College field book (I still own) the entrancing facts of the lives of the critters I found at the creek.

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Appeal to The Great Spirit & Tulsa Central High School. Will Rogers High School and National Memorial Statue of Will Rogers

Mother’s devotion to letter writing, and her insistence on sharing, also kept the essence of connection with of the families in Lawton alive; order and the expectations of civility, service and meticulous honesty from our father’s family; from the Cookes, excitement and participation and unrestrained love. In the words of Gramma, the Cookes were prone to “spells” of hugs and kisses.

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Tulsa Greenhouse. 2700 East 21st. Street, Tulsa,Oklahoma. 1980s.

Kendall Watkins’ mixture of assets in partnership with those of accountant Bert Arnett proved to be fortunate and led to their building a solid reliable source of income.  Our father’s support and our mother’s love of and commitment to books and music created the home environment that nourished the intellectual curiosity and appreciation that the schools inspired.

David’s memoir of our father is a treasure filling in details of ow he experienced our father.

Our family had been among the founders of the Fellowship Congregational church and our father served many terms as Chairman of the Board. We individually and as a family participated in many community affairs. The business was also a sponsor of a number of them, such as the Tulsa Horse Show and Little Theater. David and I were taught by example and experience that a community is more than a place to extract money for living.

To the casual reader I may seem to make a bit too much of the environment of our early growing up, especially for a work dedicated to genetic connection. Perhaps genes provide a   a sense of familiarity of physical and emotional traits that affirm and fuel optimism and hope.

The seeds of the rose must be planted in the rich soil in the sun to grow to flourish as a plant.  Our father noted many times that he only provided the conditions for nature to create the elegant flowers he grew.  That said, a lot of what our parents achieved was on hope and belief and in spite of poverty and conditions.

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Oklahoma State Florist Association President “ken” Watkins and Tulsa Greenhouses host state convention.

Given the chance to work and to create,  Kendall Watkins flourished in business. By the time of his death he had become president and half-owner of an impressive multi-operation business in flowers and gifts. He had also gained the high regard of colleagues in the business and service communities. His Tulsa Rotary Club obituary is one of the most moving ever published.   At his funeral the long line of Tulsa business men and some women telling us he had given them their first job speaks to his early struggles.  He never turned down “a kid looking for a job.”

David and I, the two children of Kendall and Gladys Watkins, left home at about the same time, my time being delayed by four years of medical school.

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First Christmas home from Rice

Family, the culture, Central High and The Rice Institute boosted brother David into a personally satisfying career rising quickly to manager at the AT&T Bell Laboratories.  Having received his first degree in electrical engineering at Rice,  David was recruited by and went to work for Western Electric in Winston-Salem, North Carolina,. His move to The AT&T Bell Laboratories (the modern era’s “mother of all research laboratories) in New Jersey came soon afterwards. There he continued a 36 year career as R&D Manager, managing hardware and software development for military and civilian applications. The work, much of it cutting edge,  contributed to the explosion in software and  computer technology that has so changed the way of life for virtually the whole world.

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Time for romance.

Family and Will Rogers High School gave me the academic substance and humanitarian appreciations that propelled me into a satisfying and hopefully productive career in medicine.

After an internal medicine internship at the University of Oklahoma Medical Center I went to Atlanta’s Grady Memorial Hospital where I trained as resident in pediatrics, then to Henrietta Egleston Hospital for Children (now Children’s Medical Center) as Chief Resident in Pediatrics. I remained in Atlanta for fellowship in Oncology; then a faculty position as Assistant Professor of Pediatrics at Emory. The obligations included serving as Chief of the Pediatric Oncology Services, teaching, NCI research as a principle investigator, and private practice clinical care at all Emory affiliated institutions.  After leaving  Emory I became one of the founding members  of the private practice group, The Georgia Oncology Clinic, brought rich and satisfying experiences for over 15 years.

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About 1955

In 1975 I made a sharp turn leaving oncology and veering into Psychiatry training at Emory. Private practice serving the needs of others, families and children in a different, but unexpectedly similar, way brought another period of professional satisfaction. There is no doubt the privilege of knowing so many families and being an observer of the power of family has influenced my desire to make efforts to pass some of that magic on through telling some of our stories. For those interested I have Reflections a retrospective of my work as a physician that I hope to get back online soon, though it may still be (in archaic html.

Not long after arriving in North Carolina David met. fell in love with and married Carol Appleyard. I risked being fired from my job at Grady when I attended their wedding. But there was no way and no thing to stand in my way.

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All Watkins, C.K. W. Lorraine, Carol A., David C. & Gladys C. Watkins

In the family wedding photo I am wearing a dress purchased in the Regency Room of Rich’s Department store. Lord knows how long it took to pay it off on my $100.00/mo salary.  Being within driving distance for my 1955 Chevy David and Carol and I were able to visit a few special times before we all became captured by our grown up lives.

The early years in North Carolina were a time for career, home and family building. It was the time of the Cold War and David, because of his work in a vital industry, served a thankfully brief hitch in the U. S Army. He was able to continue the work and begin his rise in management with AT&T.

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First Grandchild.

Then there was Thomas.

Kendall Watkins, our father, died much too soon from lung cancer and never really was able to know his grandchildren. When one looks at the short time span of his productive years, it seems almost miraculous what he was able to achieve. It is sad he did not live long enough to enjoy the fruits of his work that those who survived him have. His burial in Memorial Park in Tulsa preceded that of our mother’s by many years.

After a long illness, Gladys Cooke Watkins died in Atlanta in 1989. My trip to Oklahoma was once more on the airplane, this time with Thomas to perform that most important of family rituals, the carrying home and burial of our mother. Her death came at its season and we were at peace with it’s coming. I today recall a time just a year before her death when, frail as she was, I noted her gazing at me and the thought came “this now shrinking woman is trying to determine if it is safe to leave me, her chick, to my own devices.

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Gladys Cooke Watkins & Charles Kendall Watkins, About 1960.

I have come to now truly believe that for those of us who have served others (and all mothers do) at some point pause in our aging to decide if it is now safe to give up the obligation. I thought back to my Grandmother Watkins, comatose for years, would not turn her life over until the day I had safely graduated from medical school.

Here is something I put together about her last years. Mother’s Crystal Earrings.

The funeral of Gladys Lorraine Cooke Watkins  was the final celebration of the Oklahoma In the end she served her last and most enduring role, that of bringing family together as so many came to celebrate her life and paused to cherish each other.   The funeral was the final celebration of the Oklahoma Watkins and we were gratified to have so many to come to be part of that.

The presence of family was as it is intended reassuring. Cousin Louise Sheppard Hillman making the trip with Ralph and  Mae  Watkins was especially precious as it was really the only time as an adult I had been with her. Mother had kept the contact and I later relied on her and her sister Ellen for much of the family information for this project.

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Ralph C. Watkins, Mae Step Watkins, Patricia Campbell Watkins, W. Lorraine Watkins, Louise Sheppard Hillman, David C. Watkins, Thomas C. Watkins

Mother’s Cooke family was represented by Susan Lee Dooley bringing her mother Hazel Thurman Lee. Though just a bit younger than Mother and in failing health, she was resplendent in her flaming red hair barely touched by gray. And Shirley and Bill McCormick came down from Topeka for what proved to be our last visit. I was delighted to briefly be the child feeling their warm hugs once more.

After so many many years the reward of the presence of such a large number of Tulsans who had befriended and or worked for or with with our mother and father was unexpected. Their expressions of respect and love was humbling. We were reminded that our parents had indeed created a family of substance, a presence of importance to a greater community; I think very much in keeping with the visions of our predecessor pioneers. It’s not about property. It’s about building lives.

I sat next to Thomas as we were leaving my mother in the ground, buried next to our father, fresh flowers “for our “Littlest Cookie,” carried by Shirley  from her sister Coystal’s garden, atop her shoulder.  I looked down from the window of the jet and breathed in the feeling of home  the so familiar land had  always brought. Our parents and family before and the culture of the times in these places were truly the winds beneath our wings.

David and I have many times shared the appreciation of our very good fortune in having grown up with beauty at home and in the community and those who treasured it; this with an optimism that its partners, truth and intellectual exploration inspired.  It truly was a golden era.

Knowing I would share this perception, he emails me a picture of children in school entranced with learning!! It brought tears.

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