About Me : My Cherokee-German Heritage

Sixty nine years of living have gifted me with ample experiences to write about. My heart is filled with Native American culture.

Grandpa Zeno Merritt Cox & Grandma EmmaJane Beck-Cox & my brother Cork

My dad’s parents were Zeno Merritt Cox of English and Cherokee Indian heritage. He built and opened the 1st general store and gasoline station in Estella, Oklahoma. As postmaster he established his store as a general delivery mail drop and pickup site and also as the voting place for the district. He and James Casto built and ran the first area school. Dad’s mother was Emma Jane Beck-Cox a Cherokee medicine woman who could make 1 trip into the woods and come home with roots, bark and berries capable of curing everything from colic to pneumonia.

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My mother’s maiden name was Reiter originally Von Reuter but changed when her father’s ancestors crossed the ocean from Germany to America.  Her dad, William Raymond Reiter was an architect, fresh water “well witcher” and dry cellar builder. Her mother Hilda Henrietta Gerdes-Reiter was from the German Morgenstern’s (morning star). Her parents both spoke fluent German and provided my youth with rich stories of immigrant heritage. My 5 grandchildren have provided a countless treasury of tales. With my history, writing comes easy! So where should I start today?

Running Into An Old Friend/ A Rhyme

 

 

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It had been too long since last we’d seen each other.

Seems like we are controlled by time,

Instead of taking hold of it.

Seconds tick away and years flash passed.

Then life events pull us together one more time,

And we embrace with hearts and heads filled with wonder.

Questioning how we so easily let time escape us,

In moments we are bringing each other up to date,

As our hearts began to warm again  toward one another,

And our internal clocks connect themselves synchronizing,

Correcting and resetting as if we saw each other yesterday.

Longing For Those Enlisted In Serving America/ A Yearning Rhyme

Too far, too many miles away,

As night falls my heart makes itself known.

Friends say, You can hear their voice,”

“You can see their face on your phone.”

Yet without that human touch,

There is no spark to strike a flame.

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How I long for the day,

When that airplane sets you down.

Missing you is agony.

Seconds stretch into eternity.

My arms reach out.

The distance is too far.

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Magically in Love/ A Rhyme

I started believing in magic as a young woman

And set out on a quest to find a life mate,

Who was as sensual as an enchanted willow,

With inner peace and strength like a majestic redwood,

a red

Who when facing the fiercest winds would not bend or break.

Someone who would dance with me,

When the band stopped playing.

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Hopscotch with me in the sweet spring rain.

Chase me barefoot through rich green summer meadows.

Teach me to roll down long wildflower covered hillsides.

Make me clover crowns and daisy chain ankle bracelets.

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Rake up huge drifts of autumn leaves,

So we could run, jump and tumble in their warm colors.

Share a picnic by the fireside during snowy winter storms.

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Someone capable of handling the tough decisions,

Keeping us ever honest and humble,

While illuminating my nights with his marvelous mystical charm.

My friends and family thought I was ever so silly,

And then I introduced them to you.

Home For The Holidays/ A Rhyme

 

 

a holiday 2When I was young and a holiday came round,

We chose a loved one’s home and all filed in,

Aunts, uncles, nephews, nieces, and beyond.

There was food to feed a nation,

a feast

Mushy, hankie called for kisses

And breathtaking, rib squeezing, too tight hugs.

Yet what everyone remembered upon returning home,

Was the kinship, the sharing.

Bringing one another up to date,

On spotlighted and tender moments within individual lives,

And the blessing of family connections.

Today there are new faces, joined with the old,

All giving thanks for tightly woven bonds.

a thank

Celebrating the Creation of You/ A Short Birthday Rhyme

a colt

 

Somewhere there is a new born colt wobbling to his feet for the first time and a tiny wren breaking through his shell. Probably they will never know this day is your day too.

a dew

Yet today the dew dropped more perfectly upon the earth, the mighty sun rose higher in the sky and the morning glory opened sweeter because it was your birthday.

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Zeno Merritt Sr. & Emma Jane Beck- Cox

 

 

Grandpa Zeno Merritt Cox & Grandma EmmaJane Beck-Cox & my brother CorkIntroducing myself: I was a Tulsa/Claremore/Chelsea/ NE Oklahoma real estate agent from 1987- 2004,  a home mortgage lender from 2005-2009, semi-retiring to Chelsea as a police and ambulance dispatcher until fully retiring in 2012. I loved new construction sales selling homes in Marlar Farms, Rose Glenn and many other subdivisions. My childhood readied me for a job in sales. My Grandmother was a Cherokee Medicine woman Emma Jane Beck-Cox. My father Bob Cox was an auctioneer and grocery store owner. Now I live in a new senior development called Claremore Village. It is the perfect retirement village with pool, exercise gym and fishing pond. All apartments are ground floor with all the amenities you could ask for including lovely large front porches. I enjoy keeping up with the real estate, mortgage & law enforcement industries. I hope you enjoy my posts and articles. Feel free to ask my opinion on anything that I’m knowledgeable about including flower and vegetable gardening, fishing, canning, old recipes, candy & cookie making, crocheting, religion, the Cherokee Nation, et al.   Photo of my Grandparents Zeno Merritt Cox & Emma Jane Beck-Cox. The child is my brother E.W.  Corky Cox