A Land of Many Springs

A Land of Many Springs

My mother was born in 1906. She had many memories of Cherokee County, the way it was when she was a child. One of the things she remembered was the abundance of fresh, clean water. These are her words, her story as she told it to me:

Green country used to be a land of many springs. Our hills and hollows had springs and branches running down the hollows. It was free range then and cattle and horses roamed the hills and hollows. There was lots of grass and an abundance of water.

On the Latty farm, there were three springs. The spring that supplied the house, barn, and pastures is still running today but the branch bed has filled up and does not run as strongly as it used to. There was a spring north of the home spring with a good, strong branch. It had a few deep pools and swift riffles. During a heavy rain, it overflowed,  joining the branch below the home spring, creating a small creek and causing the home spring to be unusable for a short time.

The third spring was near the river bottom fields. It ran from under a small bank. Not very deep but had a wide, shallow branch that ran into the river. A family used to live near this. The water was good and cold and the branch, just right to wade. No rocks. A strange thing about this spring–when Barron Fork  Creek, which was at least seven miles away, was in flood stage, the water in this spring became muddy.

On the way to town, there were springs along the road where people could get a drink of water. One such spring was between the Barron Fork bridge and Welling. It flowed from the base of a small bluff. The water was cold, with a small branch running across the road. When we stopped for a drink and there was no cup at the spring, Papa rolled the brim of his hat, making a cup from which we could drink. Spills didn’t matter.

There was a deep, walled spring between Welling and Tahlequah too.

The spring on the NSU campus was once open to the public and an ideal place for farmers and families to eat their lunches. A nearby wagon yard provided a place to leave teams and wagons till shopping was finished and the ride home began with a rested team.

 

 

 

 

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