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5.30.2024

ICYMI: OKLAHOMA'S 67 ALL BLACK TOWNS (reprint)


By Gloria Dulan-Wilson

Hello All:


A recent posting on FaceBook has prompted me to provide you with a partial listing of some of the Black towns that existed in Oklahoma Territory before the Oklahoma "Ruin" of April 22, 1889 - which was the biggest land grab outside of the Bush mortgage debacle of 2008.
There are others, but this should suffice to show that Greenwood - so called "Black Wall Street" - was not the only town where Blacks were thriving and raising families, Black in the day.  While historians may claim that Black towns only came into existence after th eCivil War, Black slaves were escaping into Oklahoma territory long before the Civil War, and had established homes, businesses, schools and churches long before the Oklahoma Ruin of 1889.  The land grab spelled in many ways, Black autonomy in Oklahoma for many people who had enjoyed living without white oppression, racism, and violence.  

African Towns and Settlements of Indian and Oklahoma Territories

AFRICAN GHOST TOWNS

  • Arkansas Colored
  • Bookertee
  • Canadian Colored
  • Chase
  • Ferguson
  • Lincoln City
  • Marshall Town
  • North Fork Town
  • Old Vinita
  • Wybark

AFRICAN TOWNS TODAY

  • Arcadia
  • Boley
  • Langston
  • Red Bird
  • Rentiesville
  • Taft
  • Tullahassee
  • Vernon
  • Wewoka

AFRICAN GHOST TOWNS

ARKANSAS COLORED TOWN----From 1895 onward, this small black settlement existed in the southern part of the Chickasaw Nation. A post office operated in this town from 1895 to 1912. Not much more has even been written about the town, nor the Freedmen who resided within its limits. No trace exists of the settlement today.
BOOKERTEE----Three miles northeast of Weleetka in Okfuskee County the settlement of Bookertee used to lie. The town was named after Booker T. Washington, and was at its peak around 1920. No remnants nor written history of this settlement exists.
CANADIAN COLORED---About 10 miles south and west of the town of Eufaula the black settlement known as Canadian Colored Town existed. Nearby was the Civil War point known as Canadian Depot, which was a supply point during the Civil War. Since there were already places with the name of ?Canadian? elsewhere in the region and since this particular settlement had a large black settlement it became known as the Canadian Colored Town and with time it was simply referred to as Canadian Colored.
CHASE---Established in 1903, this town was 8 miles southwest of Muskogee. In 1908, the name of the town was changed to Beland. Neither names exist today.
FERGUSON---In 1901 this settlement on the Canadian River North in Blaine County O.T. was established. It was 12 miles directly north of the town of Watonga Oklahoma. No longer in existence.
LINCOLN CITY---Established in 1889 during the Oklahoma Land Rush, this town was a legacy to the All Black town movement of Edwin P. McCabe. It was located outside of Indian Territory and further west in Oklahoma Territory in Kingfisher County. Nothing remains today.
MARSHALL TOWN---As far back as the 1870s Marshall Town was known as a black settlement. The town was on a spot between the Arkansas River, and the Verdigris River. Between 1878 and 1885, many of the Creek Lighthorsemen were black, and there were constant clashes between Cherokee cattlemen, and the African Creek Lighthorse Police. Many of these clashes were fatal between the African Creeks and the Cherokee cattlemen. Some researchers indicated that a state that closely resembled a racial war continued for several years in the area around Marshall Town. In 1876 one of the African Lighthorsemen was killed, and in 1879 one of the Cherokee cattlemen, John Vann, was killed. It was believed that the death of the Cherokee was in revenge of the death of the African Lighthorseman. The conflicts continued for several years, and did not quiet down till the mid 1880?s.
NORTH FORK TOWN---Originally a Creek Settlement, by the 1850?s this town had a considerable number of Africans residing in the town. By 1862 the town in the early part of the Civil War, the town was raided by Confederates and many of the African citizens lost personal property and were forced to flee the town for some time. The Claims of the Loyal Creeks were made in 1867 whereby several hundred Black Creeks spoke of their lives and property in North Fork Town. (These claims can be read at the National Archives.) By the turn of the century it was an exclusively African town, with Sugar T. George serving as the most widely respected Town King in the Creek Nation.
OLD VINITA---This was a primarily black settlement in the Cherokee Nation, and was home to mostly Cherokee Freedmen. Many Freedmen eventually left and settled in Coffeyville Kansas, for job opportunities. This black settlement has been absorbed into the current city of Vinita Oklahoma.
WYBARK---Established in 1890, though settled a bit earlier, Wybark was 4 miles north of Muskogee. The town operated a post office from 1890 to 1940. It is believed to have absorbed some of the old settlement of North Fork though no remains of that town are noted. The town faded in the 1940?s.


Map of Black Towns in Oklahoma Yesteryear and Today
 

AFRICAN TOWNS TODAY

ARCADIA---Established in 1890, this town is the most recently incorporated of the historically black towns. It was incorporated in 1987--almost 1900 years after the post office was established in the town.
BOLEY---Located in the western part of Okfuskee County this historically black town was established in 1903. The town of Boley is also the site of the noted attempted bank robbery that was foiled when Black townsmen prevented the Pretty Boy Floyd gang from robbing the town's only bank. Now a much smaller town of about 750 residents, this was the at one time most vibrant black towns in all of Indian Territory. In addition each year the town hosts one of the most famous events of the state-----the Boley Black Rodeo. Horsemen from throughout the region participate in this annual event each year during Memorial Day weekend. Many of the structures are on the National Register of Historic Places. During the early 1900?s Boley was considered to be the largest black town in the United States. During the days when Boley was at its peak more than 4000 blacks lived in the town. Several restaurants, hotels and businesses were a part of this city's legacy.
LANGSTON---This city was named for the noted educator and abolitionist John Mercer Langston. It was founded in 1891, and is home to Langston University the farthest west of the Historically Black Colleges & Universities. The town was founded during the heart of the campaign to establish and all black state initiated by Edwin P. McCabe from Kansas.
RED BIRD--- In the Creek Nation, this town lies only a few miles from Coweta Oklahoma. it was officially established in 1902 though it existed as a settlement before that time. It was always a rural community and was home to many Creek Freedmen as well as State Blacks who relocated to the Twin Territories in the late 19th century. Red Bird served as a market center for many rural black farmers, providing a market exchange for the black farmers of the region. The population of the town peaked out at about 400 in the 1920?s.
RENTIESVILLE---Now only a bed-room community, this town hosts the often tri-annual reenactment of the famous Battle of Honey Springs. In the heart of the Creek Nation and only a few miles south of Muskogee this town lies on the banks of Elk Creek. The Civil War battle was won, interestingly by black soldiers many from the Creek Nation, who had served in two units------the 1st Kansas Colored and the Indian Home Guards. The well written about Texas Road runs right through the heart of Rentiesville.
TAFT---Originally known as Twine, I.T. this Creek Nation black town was established in 1903. Like neighboring Red Bird, it was a market for rural farmers mostly black. Many Creek Freedmen lived in or near Taft. The city council still exists today and is one of the few black towns remaining that has a town council still in operation. The town of Taft is now home to the Creek Freedmen Shrine and African American landmark built by Napoleon Davis a memorial to the history of the 5000 Africans who lived in the Creek Nation.
TULLAHASSEE---The history of this town pre-dates Oklahoma statehood by 57 years. Established as a mission for the Creeks in 1850, Tullahassee became the site of the famous Creek Academy--the Tullahassee Mission School. It later was abandoned by the Creek Indians who left it as a school for their former African slaves. The Tullahassee Mission school then became a boarding school for the next two decades for Creek and Seminole Freedmen, under the leadership of Fisk and Hampton trained teachers and under the financial leadership of Sugar T. George, African Town King and leader from North Fork.
VERNON---The town of Vernon was founded by Edwin P. McCabe the Kansas auditor who launched the all black town movement. It was established in 1895, and still exists today.
WEWOKA---Established by African Seminole leader John Horse, in the 1840?s this particular town is now mostly white, though a sizable black community still survives in this area. The town is the county seat of Seminole County. Founder John Horse left Indian Territory in 1848 taking several hundred Africans with him to northern Mexico, attempting to escape raids from the Creek Nation, and efforts to force them back into slavery. The town had notable African Seminoles among its residents at one time---Negro Abraham, Caesar Bruner, Dorsar Barkus, Cudjoe and others. ( The Seminole nation today now has two African bands both led by African American women tribal leaders.)


All Black Towns of Oklahoma

May 2010 – September 2010 – NOW CLOSED
Oklahoma’s all-black towns epitomize the unique African-American history of the Sooner State. From the mid-nineteenth century to 1920, African-Americans established more than 50 identifiable towns and communities, some of short duration and some still existing at the turn of the 21st century. Many started as cohesive farming communities that supported businesses, schools and churches, eventually gaining town status. Entrepreneurs in these communities started every imaginable kind of business, including newspapers, and advertised throughout the South for settlers.
This traveling exhibit from the Oklahoma Historical Society is made possible through funding by the Oklahoma Humanities Council and the National Endowment for the Humanities.
 
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ALL-BLACK TOWNS

The All-Black towns of Oklahoma represent a unique chapter in American history. Nowhere else, neither in the Deep South nor in the Far West, did so many African American men and women come together to create, occupy, and govern their own communities. From 1865 to 1920 African Americans created more than fifty identifiable towns and settlements, some of short duration and some still existing at the beginning of the twenty-first century.
All-Black towns grew in Indian Territory after the Civil War when the former slaves of the Five Civilized Tribes settled together for mutual protection and economic security. When the United States government forced American Indians to accept individual land allotments, most Indian "freedmen" chose land next to other African Americans. They created cohesive, prosperous farming communities that could support businesses, schools, and churches, eventually forming towns. Entrepreneurs in these communities started every imaginable kind of business, including newspapers, and advertised throughout the South for settlers. Many African Americans migrated to Oklahoma, considering it a kind of "promise land."
When the Land Run of 1889 opened yet more "free" land to non-Indian settlement, African Americans from the Old South rushed to newly created Oklahoma. E. P. McCabe, a former state auditor of Kansas, helped found Langston and encouraged African Americans to settle in that All-Black town. To further his cause, McCabe established the Langston City Herald and circulated it, often by means of traveling agents, throughout the South. McCabe hoped that his tactics would create an African American political power block in Oklahoma Territory. Other African American leaders had a vision of an All-Black state. Although this dream was never realized, many All-Black communities sprouted and flourished in the rich topsoil of the new territory and, after 1907, the new state.
In these towns African Americans lived free from the prejudices and brutality found in other racially mixed communities of the Midwest and the South. African Americans in Oklahoma and Indian Territories would create their own communities for many reasons. Escape from discrimination and abuse would be a driving factor. All-Black settlements offered the advantage of being able to depend on neighbors for financial assistance and of having open markets for crops. Arthur Tolson, a pioneering historian of blacks in Oklahoma, asserts that many African Americans turned to "ideologies of economic advancement, self-help, and racial solidarity."
Marshalltown, North Fork Colored, Canadian Colored, and Arkansas Colored existed as early as the 1860s in Indian Territory. Other Indian Territory towns that no longer exist include Sanders, Mabelle, Wiley, Homer, Huttonville, Lee, and Rentie. Among the Oklahoma Territory towns no longer in existence are Lincoln, Cimarron City, Bailey, Zion, Emanuel, Udora, and Douglas. Towns that still survive are Boley, Brooksville, Clearview, Grayson, Langston, Lima, Red Bird, Rentiesville, Summit, Taft, Tatums, Tullahassee, and Vernon. The largest and most renowned of these was Boley. Booker T. Washington, nationally prominent African American educator, visited Boley twice and even submitted a positive article on the town to Outlook Magazine in 1908.
The passage of many Jim Crow laws by the Oklahoma Legislature immediately after statehood caused some African Americans to become disillusioned with the infant state. During this time Canada promoted settlement and, although the campaign focused on whites, a large contingent of African Americans relocated to that nation's western plains, forming colonies at Amber Valley, Alberta, and Maidstone, Saskatchewan. Another exodus from Oklahoma occurred with the "Back to Africa" movements of the early twentieth century. A large group of Oklahomans joined the ill-fated Chief Sam expedition to Africa. A number of other African Americans migrated to colonies in Mexico.
White distrust also limited the growth of these All-Black towns. As early as 1911 whites in Okfuskee County attempted to block further immigration and to force African Americans into mixed but racially segregated communities incapable of self-support. Several of these white farmers signed oaths pledging to "never rent, lease, or sell land in Okfuskee County to any person of Negro blood, or agent of theirs; unless the land be located more than one mile from a white or Indian resident." To further stem the black migration to eastern Oklahoma a similar oath was developed to prevent the hiring of "Negro labor."
Events of the 1920s and 1930s spelled the end for most black communities. The All-Black towns in Oklahoma were, for the most part, small agricultural centers that gave nearby African American farmers a market. Prosperity generally depended on cotton and other crops. The Great Depression devastated these towns, forcing residents to go west and north in search of jobs. These flights from Oklahoma caused a huge population decrease in black towns.
As people left, the tax base withered, putting the towns in financial jeopardy. In the 1930s many railroads failed, isolating small towns in Oklahoma from regional and national markets. As a result, many of the black towns could not survive. During lean years whites would not extend credit to African Americans, creating an almost impossible situation for black farmers and businessmen to overcome. Even one of the most successful towns, Boley, declared bankruptcy in 1939. Today, only thirteen All-Black towns still survive, but their legacy of economic and political freedom is well remembered.
SEE ALSO: AFRICAN AMERICANS, BOLEY, BROOKSVILLE, CLEARVIEW, FREEDMEN, LANGSTON, LINCOLN CITY, EDWARD McCABE, RED BIRD, RENTIESVILLE, SEGREGATION, SETTLEMENT PATTERNS, SUMMIT, TAFT, TATUMS, TULLAHASSEE, VERNON
BIBLIOGRAPHY: Black Dispatch (Oklahoma City), 8 March 1923. Norman Crockett, The Black Towns (Lawrence: University of Kansas Press, 1979). Norman Crockett, "Witness to History: Booker T. Washington Visits Boley," The Chronicles of Oklahoma 67 (Winter 1989-90). Kenneth Lewallan, "Chief Alfred Sam: Black Nationalism on the Great Plains, 1913-14," Journal of the West 16 (January 1977). Bruce Shepard, "North to the Promised Land: Black Migration to the Canadian Plains," The Chronicles of Oklahoma 66 (Fall 1988). 

 
 
    
Now that you know
  WHAT WILL YOU DO ABOUT IT?

Stay Blessed & 
ECLECTICALLY BLACK
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Gloria DULAN-Wilson
 

8.11.2021

Join The DULANS in Commemorating Warner Hale Dulan, Sr.'s 100th Birthday Anniversary in Heaven Today August 11, 2021

By Gloria DULAN-Wilson and the DULAN FAMILY

 

Hello All

This is a 100th ANNIVERSARY BIRTHDAY SALUTE TO DADDY

WARNER HALE DULAN, SR.  

AUGUST 11, 1921 TO AUGUST 11, 2021

THOUGH WE LOST HIM ALMOST 40 YEARS AGO, HIS SPIRIT AND LOVE STILL ENDURES THROUGH US ALL


 




 


MY DADDY, WARNER HALE DULAN, SR.,  WAS A FINE BLACK MAN. 

Not only was he Handsome, he was also Fine inside and outside.  He was entranced and fell in love with a wonderful, Beautiful Black Divas - my Mom.  They both knew they had a treasure from day one and had the good sense to love and cherish each other for 47 years.

I am so happy to have had him in my life for 47 years;  and still in my heart now. 

I mentally start celebrating my daddy's birthday long before the actual date of August 11th.  I look at my own handsome son, RA, a Leo, and try to make sure I imbued him with those qualities my dad had.  I look at my handsome grandson Hugh, and see those qualities in him as well.  Leos are regal, loving, determined, dedicated, creative,  courageous, talented and born leaders - whether it's a corporation, an organization, a music group - or their family.  They can't help it.  I am so proud to say that my Dad's DNA is alive and well in me (Aries), my kids, and their kids.
Thank you Daddy.

I am including a compilation of loving memories from our family - including my brothers, sister, cousins, and our children.  I am not editing anything because each memory begins to each one.  There is a thread of texts between my children and their cousins about their memory of Daddy that I think is so special and endearing that I'm also including them, along with the source of the comments.  My comments will be last - even though I'm the first born.  But I'm including some basic information about Daddy to give you a better picture of who Warner Hale Dulan, Sr. was.

Daddy was born on August 11, 1921 in Luther, Oklahoma, which is part of Jones County, OK, which was an All Black town and an All Black County.  He was the second born child - my Aunt Alene was the eldest and 3 years older than he was.  His Mom, Zady (Washington) Dulan was Black and Creek; his father, Silas Sylvester Dulan was Black with some Irish intelopers somewhere back in the gene pool.  Daddy attended and All Black School, with All Black Teachers, in a school that was founded by his grandfather - Ben Dulan - originally called The Dulan School.  Daddy and all his siblings did very well in school - and education was mandatory and non-negotiable - nearly all his aunts became educators, as did both his sisters.  Education was so serious in our family that Daddy used to quiz us on things, double check our homework, check with our teachers, and no one got to do anything privileged or playful if you did not do your homework or weren't doing good in your classes.  Penalties for grades below C major. 

Grandmother was of the Creek nation, and very quiet.  Apparently it's genetic, because Daddy, and his sister Zethel took after their mother and were both extremely quiet, introverted people.  Daddy was the epitome of the  strong silent man.  In a conversation he listened more than he spoke, but when he spoke and started dealing with the issues, you found out very quickly that he was totally up to date, and ahead of the issues.  It was hard to impossible to fool Daddy - and at some point in all our lives, we did try.  Daddy walked with stealth, too - like his mom.  He could enter and leave a room without disturbing anything; and most people would try to figure out how he got there and how long he'd been there.

Daddy had a lot of BLACK/INDIAN PRIDE - and never let us forget we were Black. 
Now that you have some basic understanding of who Warner Hale Dulan was, let's start the tribute.




Brenda DULAN-Moore

BRENDA NELL'S SALUTE TO DADDY

WHD - BY BND

Warner Hale Dulan Sr. was a Great Man, a Greater Husband and the Greatest Father.. He Watched Over and Protected All of Us: His Wife: Ruby  Love( Gaines) Dulan,and his Daughters: Gloria Jeanne Dulan and myself: Brenda Nell Dulan, and his Sons: Warner Hale Dulan Jr. and Silas Sylvester Dulan II.


Daddy worked full-time at Tinker Field Air Force Base in the Tool Department, but on the side and on the weekends, he did odd jobs as a handyman. We (kids) all loved going with him on these jobs/adventures and riding in the back of the truck.


My Father was very inventive and creative. He would sew detailed horse heads for our stick horses which made us want to play with them endlessly. He was continuously constructing things out of wood and metal and he would create tools as needed.


My Mom started me drawing stick people, but my Daddy would color them purple (couldn’t find the brown) to give me a sense of self. When the people from the “Draw Me” ads came out (after they received my entry) Dad and Mom paid for their Art classes. But when they tried to “Whiten” the Features of my Self-Portrait Dad stopped the courses.


My Father was speedy when he cooked for us.  He believed in mixing everything together - he would say It was all going to the same place.

He was also very patient - one time When I was supposed to be making biscuits, and they came out hard as rocks, he went through the recipe with me until he discovered what was left out (baking soda) so that the next batch came out light and fluffy.


He enjoyed drinking iced coffee w-a-a-ay before it was popular and would explain how he wanted his coffee served to the people at the restaurant - much to their chagrin.


Daddy taught  me to love cheese. I never liked cheese until he got me to eat it on a hamburger and that was the beginning of me putting cheese on almost everything.


I have so many fond and loving “remembrances” of my Father and my Mother. We won the Lottery with our Parents. They were both Unique and they Showered us with Knowledge, Responsibility, Creativity and Love — Especially Love.


            I Miss Them Both Everyday.


      HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!

             Love You Always, Bren-nell



The Artwork below is original by Brenda Dulan-Moore

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Silas Sylvester "Syl" DULAN II - SECOND SON

 

Dad would be 100 years old on August 11, 2021. I think about Dad a lot since we still have the Home he and Mom raised us in.

Memories are everywhere, Old Photos, Hand Tools, Drinking Cups even some Dads clothing remain. Dad Favorite Dessert was

Pineapple-Upside-Down-Cake. Dad had a specialty in making Punch (In Mom’s Glass Punch Bowl). Family was Number One

With Dad. He and Mom Loved Us and each other.  Being the Baby of the Family I really had a special view of our Wonderful Family.

Family Traditions like eating dinner at the dinner table, using your best table manners.    “ Pass the Bread Please” if you ate the last

of anything you excused yourself from the table and  replaced it. Christmas Dinner would rotate between Grand Dads, our Aunts and

our Home. I really like  getting the house ready for Christmas Dinner, at our house.

Dad was the Strong and Silent type, a hard worker, taught us hard work is good for you.   

Dad, Warner Hale Dulan Sr. Thinking about you,

always Syl.





KIRA (M.M)  HARRELL:  FIRST BORN GRANDCHILD

Mom,

I am probably not the best person to ask about these things. The longer I live, the less I remember about Grandaddy.

Two of my treasured memories of Warner H. Dulan Sr.
His laugh - he had a f funny laugh. Kind of a lilt to it. I can't describe it, but I remember him laughing over the phone when we had those calls.
Grandaddy was always challenging us as kids. Even over the phone, he'd ask me to spell some word - testing my smarts. I was the smart one; LaDonne, the cute one. And so, I was tested on words at random. I remember that distinctly.
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There are a few other memories, but they are not suitable for this event. I remember when they came to visit (and Dad left). They were in California for a few days. I remember my last visit with them when I was 16.

More than anything - the indelible impression of Grandaddy after he passed, changed my life. It made me realize family ties are very important; and miles are no excuse. After college, I made good on my efforts to reconnect with everyone - Andy sons know more about their Midwest roots.
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Sooo let's do this:
If I could say something to my Grandfather... I'd say: I love you Grandaddy. Grandmommy was in the best hands until she passed. My family and I came to visit a few times and my sons (your great grandsons) brought the joy of little feet to the house once more. Jaden Warner Randolph Harrell bears your name in fond remembrance.
I've traveled to distant lands – to the French Polynesian islands, the Caribbean and other places.
I thank you for your service, which has my highest regard because I know a little about how difficult that was. I remember you fondly every December and always. I remember the family in Oklahoma would visit his grave during Memorial and Veterans Day. I remember him and other veterans where I am during Wreaths Across America.
We Dulans work to keep connected through technology - which is much cheaper than flights. Oh and Grandaddy... many of us like to cook; and we all love to eat. LOL

Photos I love: I don't have many pics. I don't have many photos of me during my visits to Oklahoma when I was little. (there is one pic of all of us - to me, that doesn't count)
I like the pictures of Grandaddy when he was young. As a grandchild, you only know them at an older, more settled stage. Grandaddy's pics as a young man gave me a whole different perspective. He looked really cool. I hold onto that "Cool Dude" pic of a young man I didn't know.

I think the highest regard is carrying his name forward in my son, Jaden. I love you Grandaddy.

Kira Harrell (and don't use my entire name - MOM!)

We touch lives everyday; let us hope it is in a positive way. KMH































Family picture - Daddy is on the right - standing  - from LaMont




 FROM GLORIA JEANNE - FIRST BORN
 
Happy Birthday Daddy:

I love you, miss you, and am still learning so much from all the wisdom you tried to share with me when I was a rambunctious, headstrong, loudmouthed teenager, and later as a woman and a mom.

As I mentioned in my salutes to my handsome Grandson, Hugh V, and my handsome Son, Rais, Sun Kings, or Leos, are very special people.  And to me, my Dad was the number one Leo in my life.


My dad was an expert dominoes player - a favorite game among the Dulan family men - something they would play for eons while the women, including yours truly when I got older, were preparing the food in the kitchen, or for the cook out; or after Memorial Day of cleaning off the graves.  He was also an excellent card player.  He and mom used to have card parties at the house and bring their friends over for a night of  bid whist tournaments.

He loved boxing, and I got my love of boxing from him.  Dad tried his hand at amateur boxing when he was in the service - but I think that Leo pride of his didn't like the idea of messing up his handsome good looks - although he never said so.  I always look at him and think of Muhammad Ali when he said "I'm still pretty!"

My Dad was a FINE BLACK MAN - physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.  He could have been a great leading man in the movies, had he been born in a different era.  He was so handsome he turned heads wherever he went. Of course, having the most beautiful woman in the world beside him, kept the temptation to stray down.

Daddy was always teaching us things - from the smallest item - like earthworms, to major mechanical and technological developments.  He was the head of Tool Crib Maintenance at Tinker Air Force Base for twenty of the forty-five years he worked for them.  He would pick up a cotter pin and explain how that little device could make or break an entire mechanical system; or the value of the earthworm to the ecosystem - i.e., why we needed them in our garden in the backyard (I hated worms - so Daddy was trying to speak up for their value - I still don't like worms, but I understand their necessity).  He taught me how to shoot a Winchester and a Luger - and I would go hunting with him, Grandaddy, uncle Adolf and other relatives.  His favorite thing to do would be to  take us for long drives around Oklahoma and give us the history of certain areas as far as Black and Indians were concerned.

On our coffee table at home were the requisite Black magazines: Ebony, Jet, Sepia, Tan, The Crisis, Negro History, Journal of Negro Education - Daddy's subscriptions; along side Cosmopolitan, Look, Life, McCalls, Good Housekeeping, House Beautiful, Seventeen, Mademoiselle, etc - Mom's subscriptions.  He also maintained copies of the Police Gazette, Ring Magazine, Popular Science and Popular Mechanic.   And we read them all.

Daddy was always taking discarded items and recycling or repurposing them.  He was always building and tinkering on something - I helped him build a dog house when I was 9.  I had the job of painting it.  i think I got more paint on me than on the dog house.

My dad could also out dress any man in GQ!! He had shoe trees, the requisite silk ties, the three piece suits, spit shine shoes, and the right hats to go with his sartorial selections.  When he and Mom stepped out, look out!!! They would stop the show - spot light on Ruby and Warner Dulan.  It was also for this reason that we could not go out into the streets looking like bums - we had to take time to take pride in our looks and behavior - the Leo way. It was Daddy who taught me how to wear hats when I was a kid - I've been wearing them ever since. 

  Daddy and I would get into philosophical debates - especially during the time I was actively participating in the sit ins in Oklahoma City.  Our debates, which started when I was about 10 or 11, and had become a part of the NAACP Youth Council, continued until he passed, at the age of 66 from multiple myeloid cancer (bone marrow cancer) in 1987.  He would take the opposite tack of the issue and ask questions or make statements in a way that would really get me riled up.  I had learned to refute certain statements through training at the Youth Council under Clara Luper, our mentor.  But he would take it and make it personal, as if I didn't know what I was doing.  That would then set us off on a harangue that could last an hour or more.  And I'd get huffy, annoyed, bent out of shape; and he would just continue to calmly throw barbs at me and poke holes in my argument.  The more emotional I became, the calmer he became.  But, even if I got shrill - which I sometimes did - no one else in the family ever dared step into that conversation between Daddy and me.  Mother told me years later how proud he was that I knew all the stuff I knew, and the fact that I would stand on my principles.

I was so involved in Civil Rights demonstrations that, when I was 17, Tinker Air Force Base had actually threatened to fire Dad if I didn't quit participating in the Sit-ins and demonstrations.  He came and told me what they said, and asked me what I wanted to do.  He was looking at me intently as he said it - he mentioned that if  he lost his job, the family would starve, we could lose our home, and I would not be able to go to college.  But, I responded that I couldn't step down, because what I was doing was for our people - so it might be good if he started looking for another job.  He got so tickled, and got this smile one his face and told me he had already informed them that he couldn't force me to quit.  He continued as an employee for another 20+ years until his retirement.  In fact, he later was promoted to the manager of his entire unit.

I can hear Dad telling us:  "Don't be no fool!" when we were about to get into something that might result in a behind whipping; or "There's nothing worse than an educated fool," when I thought I knew everything and didn't have to listen to anybody else's opinions or ideas.

My friends knew and loved my Dad for who he was and what he stood for - most of their parents and my father worked together at Tinker, or at the many oil wells throughout the city.  Those men shared their intelligence, not their ignorance, with each other.  They were focused on progress, not defeat.  If one made it, they would pull the other through.  They carpooled to work and would catch each other up on houses, deals, cars, etc.  We were a community - all the kids knew each other as well. 

One of  my fondest memories  was of Daddy's birthday celebrations.  When we were little, Brenda (my sister) and I would get up with Mom, sneak into the kitchen and make his favorite breakfast, and then "surprise" him by serving it to him in bed.  And after he had eaten, we'd give him his presents - generally something we had made in Vacation Bible School.  He would always act surprised and pleased at the stuff we'd give him.   When I was 12, I took some leather strips that had been thrown out from a shoe repair place -  they were about 1/2" wide by 3' long, and wove him a seat cushion for his car.  He used it til the day he made his transition to the realm of Ancestor/Angel.   Mother kept it for quite some time after. I have no idea what happened to it since then; but he was so amazed that I had come up with the concept, he talked about that forever.

  A few years ago, I attended an International Father's Convention at the DoubleTree Hotel in Philadelphia.  I was listening to presenter after presenter talking about how special fathers are; how important they are in the life of a child; how it's time to reinstate fathers.  And I have to admit that I was so in agreement with them.  I was so blessed to have had my mom and my dad in my life, all my life - and they were wonderful people.

When someone has to tell you that fathers are assets, something is indeed very wrong with your culture and community.  When fathers stop being assets it is the beginning of the dissolution of you as a people.  My dad was/is a treasure in our family - as are all the dads in the Dulan Clan - my uncle Adolf, my cousins Jeff and Gregory, my handsome son Rais Wilson, my handsome son-in-law Hugh IV, my brother Sylvester, his son Silas; Lou Wilson, the love of my life; my Son-in-Law Hugh Harrell IV, and so on - Fathers are essential.


Daddy was quiet, like his mother.  His nickname was "Scoop," and my uncle Adolf called him that all his life.  He was a FINE BLACK MAN - in fact, I've said this before, all Dulan men are FINE BLACK MEN.  They come from an amazing gene pool.  Of course I can only trace it back to my grandfather - who was also a FBM.  Daddy loved learning new things, was great with his hands, and tinkered around with all kinds of stuff:  Carpentry, mechanics, upholstery, playing the clarinet, boxing - because my Grandfather taught him, and all his sibs, that there was no such word as CAN'T.  And as soon as that word came up, Daddy would challenge himself to go from Can't to Can to Did.  
 
Daddy was a man of high principle - loyal to his friends and family.  Daddy hated to travel outside Oklahoma City - as a result of the horrors of WWII, and his experience of full on racism in Alabama - he was stationed at Camp Siebert Army Base.  He was traumatized and held a silent anger against whites as a result.  I remember during the time before segregation ended in Oklahoma City, some of the white shops used to have signs in their windows that stated: "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."  Dad would see the sign, and would go in and quietly defy the owner to refuse service.  We wouldn't say anything like "Black power," or "honky," he would just place his order, and wait.  He was never refused.  It seemed they could sense this was not the one to mess with.  I think I got my militancy from him.  Of course, I was not aware of the kind of crap he was also going through at Tinker Air Force Base, where most of the personnel there were white.  There was a large number of Black employees there as well, but there was never equal pay, and they gave them the crappiest jobs - and dad was a veteran - as were most of his other fellow Black co-workers.

Daddy made the best bar-b-q.  He taught me the difference between pork ribs and beef ribs - Pork ribs are spare ribs; beef ribs are baby back ribs - something people on the East Coast obviously don't know.  He taught me to be a great jack leg carpenter.  I also learned to mow the lawn - hated it.  I was so glad when he finally got a power mower.  As I said, I had a bad case of motor mouth - inherited from my Granddaddy.  Sometimes I would say stuff that was totally inappropriate, and his response, in that deep, quiet voice of his was: "DON'T BE NO FOOL!" And that was never a threat, it was a promise.

Daddy also served in WWII and was stationed in Camp Seibert Army Base in Gadsden, Alabama; served as a Military Policeman (MP), and probably experienced more racism in his young life there, than he ever did growing up in Oklahoma.  In fact, his experiences there shaped his militancy for the rest of his life.  He had enlisted to save the country that rejected him - and got a full dose of racism during the time he was there.  Of course, he was not the only one; and it was not something he discussed with us until I was well into my teens and participating in the Sit-ins, and Civil Rights activities in Oklahoma City, under the mentorship and leadership of Ms. Clara Luper.  

I remember him clearly saying to me, during one of our many epochmaking debates, when he was trying to get me to stop participating in the sit-ins  - "You don't want to integrate with the kind of people these people are!!"  I was 17 years old.  Tinker Air Force Base had threatened to fire him because was an "agitator."  He asked (not told) me to stop because he could lose his position at Tinker.  He had been there for 20+ years at the time.  I looked at him like he had to be kidding, and responded, somewhat arrogantly,  that I was not going to stop - so he probably should get a different job - why would he want to work for a company that did not respect his rights?   
 
I half expected him to smack me or reprimand me, or ground me or withhold my allowance.  Instead, I saw this look of pride come across my Dad's face - he couldn't hide it.  I realized he was testing me to see how committed I was to the movement.  I later found out from my Mom that he had pretty much informed the higher ups at Tinker that it would be my own decision to stop, but he wouldn't force me to do so.  My Dad was a silent militant.  We would go walking sometimes in those racist parts of OKC, where they had the signs in the window that said "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone we choose."  Daddy would walk into the shop, stand there, not saying a word, waiting for one of the caucasoids to refuse him service - no one ever did. 

As you can see, my Dad was a FINE BLACK MAN - he set high standards for our family, because high standards were set by his Dad, my grandfather, Silas S. DULAN, who served in WWI.  They all served their country,  in a highly racist, segregated army.   Despite that, they all had high standards, ethics and definiteness of purpose

So I'm saying Thanks Daddy for being the wonderful dad and Sun King that you were/are.  Your birthday is treasured in our family, and always will be, for me.

Lovingly, Your Number One Kid
Gloria Jeanne
 
 
GLORIA JEANNE

 

WARNER HALE DULAN, SR's 104th BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY - AUGUST 11, 1921 - AUGUST 11, 2025

By Gloria DULAN-Wilson and the DULAN FAMILY

 

Hello All

This is the repost of my 100th ANNIVERSARY BIRTHDAY SALUTE TO DADDY

WARNER HALE DULAN, SR.   He would have been 104 today!

AUGUST 11, 1921 TO AUGUST 11, 2021

THOUGH WE LOST HIM ALMOST 40 YEARS AGO, HIS SPIRIT AND LOVE STILL ENDURES THROUGH US ALL

THIS IS A PRIVATE BLOG FOR THE DULAN FAMILY MEMBERS ONLY - 

AN ABBREVIATED VERSION WILL BE POSTED ON FB AND BLOGGER 

 

 




 


MY DADDY, WARNER HALE DULAN, SR.,  WAS A FINE BLACK MAN. 

Not only was he Handsome, he was also Fine inside and outside.  He was entranced and fell in love with a wonderful, Beautiful Black Diva - my Mom, Ruby Gaines.  They both knew they had a treasure from day one, married on the same day they met.   They had the good sense to love and cherish each other for 47 years.  My sibs and I  saw and experienced that love up close and personal.

I am so happy to have had him in my life for 47 years;  and still in my heart now. 

I always mentally start celebrating my daddy's birthday long before the actual date of August 11th.  I look at my own handsome son, RA, a Leo, and try to make sure I imbued him with those qualities my dad had.  I look at my handsome grandson Hugh, and see those qualities in him as well.  Leos are regal, loving, determined, dedicated, creative,  courageous, talented and born leaders - whether it's a corporation, an organization, a music group - or their family.  They can't help it.  I am so proud to say that my Dad's DNA is alive and well in me (Aries), my kids, my sibs and their kids. We're now proudly adding the newest Leo to the long line of DULANs - Mack DULAN, my brother Sylvester's grandson, who just turned 9 last week!   So we now have a line of Sun Kings to add to our family and walk in the footsteps of my Dad, the Patriarch of our family.  
 
Thank you Daddy.

I am including a compilation of loving memories from our family - including my brothers, sister, cousins, and our children.  I am not editing anything because each memory belongs to each one.  There is a thread of texts between my children and their cousins about their memory of Daddy that I think is so special and endearing that I'm also including them, along with the source of the comments.  My comments will be last - even though I'm the first born.  But I'm including some basic information about Daddy to give you a better picture of who Warner Hale Dulan, Sr. was.

Daddy was born on August 11, 1921 in Luther, Oklahoma, which is part of Jones County, OK, which was an All Black town and an All Black County.  He was the second born child - my Aunt Alene was the eldest and 3 years older than he was.  His Mom, Zady (Washington) Dulan was Black and Creek; his father, Silas Sylvester Dulan was Black mixd with some Irish interlopers somewhere back in the gene pool.  
 
Daddy attended an All Black School, with All Black Teachers.  The school, founded by his grandfather - Ben Dulan - was originally called The DULAN School.  Daddy and all his siblings did very well in school - in our family education is mandatory and non-negotiable - so nearly all his aunts became educators, as did both his sisters.  Education was so serious in our family that Daddy used to quiz us on things, double check our homework, check with our teachers, and no one got to do anything privileged or playful if you did not do your homework, or weren't doing good in your classes.  Penalties for grades below C major. 

Grandmom Zady was of the Creek nation, and traditionally very quiet.  Apparently it's genetic, because Daddy and his sister Zethel took after their mother and were both extremely quiet, introverted people.  Daddy was the epitome of the  strong silent man.  In a conversation he listened more than he spoke, but when he spoke and started dealing with the issues, you found out very quickly that he was totally up to date, and ahead of the issues.  It was hard to impossible to fool Daddy - and at some point in all our lives, we did try.  Daddy walked with stealth, too - like his mom.  He could enter and leave a room without disturbing anything; and most people would try to figure out how he got there and how long he'd been there - especially me!  I got caught many a time saying or doing something I wasn't supposed to - not knowing that he'd been there all along.

Daddy had a lot of BLACK/INDIAN PRIDE - and never let us forget we were Black. 
Now that you have some basic understanding of who Warner Hale Dulan was, let's start the tribute.




Brenda DULAN-Moore

BRENDA NELL'S SALUTE TO DADDY

WHD - BY BND

Warner Hale Dulan Sr. was a Great Man, a Greater Husband and the Greatest Father.. He Watched Over and Protected All of Us: His Wife: Ruby  Love( Gaines) Dulan,and his Daughters: Gloria Jeanne Dulan and myself: Brenda Nell Dulan, and his Sons: Warner Hale Dulan Jr. and Silas Sylvester Dulan II.


Daddy worked full-time at Tinker Field Air Force Base in the Tool Department, but on the side and on the weekends, he did odd jobs as a handyman. We (kids) all loved going with him on these jobs/adventures and riding in the back of the truck.


My Father was very inventive and creative. He would sew detailed horse heads for our stick horses which made us want to play with them endlessly. He was continuously constructing things out of wood and metal and he would create tools as needed.


My Mom started me drawing stick people, but my Daddy would color them purple (couldn’t find the brown) to give me a sense of self. When the people from the “Draw Me” ads came out (after they received my entry) Dad and Mom paid for their Art classes. But when they tried to “Whiten” the Features of my Self-Portrait Dad stopped the courses.


My Father was speedy when he cooked for us.  He believed in mixing everything together - he would say It was all going to the same place.

He was also very patient - one time When I was supposed to be making biscuits, and they came out hard as rocks, he went through the recipe with me until he discovered what was left out (baking soda) so that the next batch came out light and fluffy.


He enjoyed drinking iced coffee w-a-a-ay before it was popular and would explain how he wanted his coffee served to the people at the restaurant - much to their chagrin.


Daddy taught  me to love cheese. I never liked cheese until he got me to eat it on a hamburger and that was the beginning of me putting cheese on almost everything.


I have so many fond and loving “remembrances” of my Father and my Mother. We won the Lottery with our Parents. They were both Unique and they Showered us with Knowledge, Responsibility, Creativity and Love — Especially Love.


            I Miss Them Both Everyday.


      HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!

             Love You Always, Bren-nell



The Artwork below is original by Brenda Dulan-Moore

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Silas Sylvester "Syl" DULAN II - SECOND SON

 

Dad would be 100 years old on August 11, 2021. I think about Dad a lot since we still have the Home he and Mom raised us in.

Memories are everywhere, Old Photos, Hand Tools, Drinking Cups even some Dads clothing remain. Dad Favorite Dessert was

Pineapple-Upside-Down-Cake. Dad had a specialty in making Punch (In Mom’s Glass Punch Bowl). Family was Number One

With Dad. He and Mom Loved Us and each other.  Being the Baby of the Family I really had a special view of our Wonderful Family.

Family Traditions like eating dinner at the dinner table, using your best table manners.    “ Pass the Bread Please” if you ate the last

of anything you excused yourself from the table and  replaced it. Christmas Dinner would rotate between Grand Dads, our Aunts and

our Home. I really like  getting the house ready for Christmas Dinner, at our house.

Dad was the Strong and Silent type, a hard worker, taught us hard work is good for you.   

Dad, Warner Hale Dulan Sr. Thinking about you,

always Syl.





KIRA (M.M)  HARRELL:  FIRST BORN GRANDCHILD

Mom,

I am probably not the best person to ask about these things. The longer I live, the less I remember about Grandaddy.

Two of my treasured memories of Warner H. Dulan Sr.
His laugh - he had a f funny laugh. Kind of a lilt to it. I can't describe it, but I remember him laughing over the phone when we had those calls.
Grandaddy was always challenging us as kids. Even over the phone, he'd ask me to spell some word - testing my smarts. I was the smart one; LaDonne, the cute one. And so, I was tested on words at random. I remember that distinctly.
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There are a few other memories, but they are not suitable for this event. I remember when they came to visit (and Dad left). They were in California for a few days. I remember my last visit with them when I was 16.

More than anything - the indelible impression of Grandaddy after he passed, changed my life. It made me realize family ties are very important; and miles are no excuse. After college, I made good on my efforts to reconnect with everyone - Andy sons know more about their Midwest roots.
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Sooo let's do this:
If I could say something to my Grandfather... I'd say: I love you Grandaddy. Grandmommy was in the best hands until she passed. My family and I came to visit a few times and my sons (your great grandsons) brought the joy of little feet to the house once more. Jaden Warner Randolph Harrell bears your name in fond remembrance.
I've traveled to distant lands – to the French Polynesian islands, the Caribbean and other places.
I thank you for your service, which has my highest regard because I know a little about how difficult that was. I remember you fondly every December and always. I remember the family in Oklahoma would visit his grave during Memorial and Veterans Day. I remember him and other veterans where I am during Wreaths Across America.
We Dulans work to keep connected through technology - which is much cheaper than flights. Oh and Grandaddy... many of us like to cook; and we all love to eat. LOL

Photos I love: I don't have many pics. I don't have many photos of me during my visits to Oklahoma when I was little. (there is one pic of all of us - to me, that doesn't count)
I like the pictures of Grandaddy when he was young. As a grandchild, you only know them at an older, more settled stage. Grandaddy's pics as a young man gave me a whole different perspective. He looked really cool. I hold onto that "Cool Dude" pic of a young man I didn't know.

I think the highest regard is carrying his name forward in my son, Jaden. I love you Grandaddy.

Kira Harrell (and don't use my entire name - MOM!)

We touch lives everyday; let us hope it is in a positive way. KMH































Family picture - Daddy is on the right - standing  - from LaMont




 FROM GLORIA JEANNE - FIRST BORN
 
Happy Birthday Daddy:

I love you, miss you, and am still learning so much from all the wisdom you tried to share with me when I was a rambunctious, headstrong, loudmouthed teenager, and later as a woman and a mom.

As I mentioned in my salutes to my handsome Grandson, Hugh V, and my handsome Son, Rais, Sun Kings, or Leos, are very special people.  And to me, my Dad was the number one Leo in my life.


My dad was an expert dominoes player - a favorite game among the Dulan family men - something they would play for eons while the women, including yours truly when I got older, were preparing the food in the kitchen, or for the cook out; or after Memorial Day of cleaning off the graves.  He was also an excellent card player.  He and mom used to have card parties at the house and bring their friends over for a night of  bid whist tournaments.

He loved boxing, and I got my love of boxing from him.  Dad tried his hand at amateur boxing when he was in the service - but I think that Leo pride of his didn't like the idea of messing up his handsome good looks - although he never said so.  I always look at him and think of Muhammad Ali when he said "I'm still pretty!"

My Dad was a FINE BLACK MAN - physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.  He could have been a great leading man in the movies, had he been born in a different era.  He was so handsome he turned heads wherever he went. Of course, having the most beautiful woman in the world beside him, kept the temptation to stray down.

Daddy was always teaching us things - from the smallest item - like earthworms, to major mechanical and technological developments.  He was the head of Tool Crib Maintenance at Tinker Air Force Base for twenty of the forty-five years he worked for them.  He would pick up a cotter pin and explain how that little device could make or break an entire mechanical system; or the value of the earthworm to the ecosystem - i.e., why we needed them in our garden in the backyard (I hated worms - so Daddy was trying to speak up for their value - I still don't like worms, but I understand their necessity).  He taught me how to shoot a Winchester and a Luger - and I would go hunting with him, Grandaddy, uncle Adolf and other relatives.  His favorite thing to do would be to  take us for long drives around Oklahoma and give us the history of certain areas as far as Black and Indians were concerned.

On our coffee table at home were the requisite Black magazines: Ebony, Jet, Sepia, Tan, The Crisis, Negro History, Journal of Negro Education - Daddy's subscriptions; along side Cosmopolitan, Look, Life, McCalls, Good Housekeeping, House Beautiful, Seventeen, Mademoiselle, etc - Mom's subscriptions.  He also maintained copies of the Police Gazette, Ring Magazine, Popular Science and Popular Mechanic.   And we read them all.

Daddy was always taking discarded items and recycling or repurposing them.  He was always building and tinkering on something - I helped him build a dog house when I was 9.  I had the job of painting it.  i think I got more paint on me than on the dog house.

My dad could also out dress any man in GQ!! He had shoe trees, the requisite silk ties, the three piece suits, spit shine shoes, and the right hats to go with his sartorial selections.  When he and Mom stepped out, look out!!! They would stop the show - spot light on Ruby and Warner Dulan.  It was also for this reason that we could not go out into the streets looking like bums - we had to take time to take pride in our looks and behavior - the Leo way. It was Daddy who taught me how to wear hats when I was a kid - I've been wearing them ever since. 

  Daddy and I would get into philosophical debates - especially during the time I was actively participating in the sit ins in Oklahoma City.  Our debates, which started when I was about 10 or 11, and had become a part of the NAACP Youth Council, continued until he passed, at the age of 66 from multiple myeloid cancer (bone marrow cancer) in 1987.  He would take the opposite tack of the issue and ask questions or make statements in a way that would really get me riled up.  I had learned to refute certain statements through training at the Youth Council under Clara Luper, our mentor.  But he would take it and make it personal, as if I didn't know what I was doing.  That would then set us off on a harangue that could last an hour or more.  And I'd get huffy, annoyed, bent out of shape; and he would just continue to calmly throw barbs at me and poke holes in my argument.  The more emotional I became, the calmer he became.  But, even if I got shrill - which I sometimes did - no one else in the family ever dared step into that conversation between Daddy and me.  Mother told me years later how proud he was that I knew all the stuff I knew, and the fact that I would stand on my principles.

I was so involved in Civil Rights demonstrations that, when I was 17, Tinker Air Force Base had actually threatened to fire Dad if I didn't quit participating in the Sit-ins and demonstrations.  He came and told me what they said, and asked me what I wanted to do.  He was looking at me intently as he said it - he mentioned that if  he lost his job, the family would starve, we could lose our home, and I would not be able to go to college.  But, I responded that I couldn't step down, because what I was doing was for our people - so it might be good if he started looking for another job.  He got so tickled, and got this smile one his face and told me he had already informed them that he couldn't force me to quit.  He continued as an employee for another 20+ years until his retirement.  In fact, he later was promoted to the manager of his entire unit.

I can hear Dad telling us:  "Don't be no fool!" when we were about to get into something that might result in a behind whipping; or "There's nothing worse than an educated fool," when I thought I knew everything and didn't have to listen to anybody else's opinions or ideas.

My friends knew and loved my Dad for who he was and what he stood for - most of their parents and my father worked together at Tinker, or at the many oil wells throughout the city.  Those men shared their intelligence, not their ignorance, with each other.  They were focused on progress, not defeat.  If one made it, they would pull the other through.  They carpooled to work and would catch each other up on houses, deals, cars, etc.  We were a community - all the kids knew each other as well. 

One of  my fondest memories  was of Daddy's birthday celebrations.  When we were little, Brenda (my sister) and I would get up with Mom, sneak into the kitchen and make his favorite breakfast, and then "surprise" him by serving it to him in bed.  And after he had eaten, we'd give him his presents - generally something we had made in Vacation Bible School.  He would always act surprised and pleased at the stuff we'd give him.   When I was 12, I took some leather strips that had been thrown out from a shoe repair place -  they were about 1/2" wide by 3' long, and wove him a seat cushion for his car.  He used it til the day he made his transition to the realm of Ancestor/Angel.   Mother kept it for quite some time after. I have no idea what happened to it since then; but he was so amazed that I had come up with the concept, he talked about that forever.

  A few years ago, I attended an International Father's Convention at the DoubleTree Hotel in Philadelphia.  I was listening to presenter after presenter talking about how special fathers are; how important they are in the life of a child; how it's time to reinstate fathers.  And I have to admit that I was so in agreement with them.  I was so blessed to have had my mom and my dad in my life, all my life - and they were wonderful people.

When someone has to tell you that fathers are assets, something is indeed very wrong with your culture and community.  When fathers stop being assets it is the beginning of the dissolution of you as a people.  My dad was/is a treasure in our family - as are all the dads in the Dulan Clan - my uncle Adolf, my cousins Jeff and Gregory, my handsome son Rais Wilson, my handsome son-in-law Hugh IV, my brother Sylvester, his son Silas; Lou Wilson, the love of my life; my Son-in-Law Hugh Harrell IV, and so on - Fathers are essential.


Daddy was quiet, like his mother.  His nickname was "Scoop," and my uncle Adolf called him that all his life.  He was a FINE BLACK MAN - in fact, I've said this before, all Dulan men are FINE BLACK MEN.  They come from an amazing gene pool.  Of course I can only trace it back to my grandfather - who was also a FBM.  Daddy loved learning new things, was great with his hands, and tinkered around with all kinds of stuff:  Carpentry, mechanics, upholstery, playing the clarinet, boxing - because my Grandfather taught him, and all his sibs, that there was no such word as CAN'T.  And as soon as that word came up, Daddy would challenge himself to go from Can't to Can to Did.  
 
Daddy was a man of high principle - loyal to his friends and family.  Daddy hated to travel outside Oklahoma City - as a result of the horrors of WWII, and his experience of full on racism in Alabama - he was stationed at Camp Siebert Army Base.  He was traumatized and held a silent anger against whites as a result.  I remember during the time before segregation ended in Oklahoma City, some of the white shops used to have signs in their windows that stated: "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."  Dad would see the sign, and would go in and quietly defy the owner to refuse service.  We wouldn't say anything like "Black power," or "honky," he would just place his order, and wait.  He was never refused.  It seemed they could sense this was not the one to mess with.  I think I got my militancy from him.  Of course, I was not aware of the kind of crap he was also going through at Tinker Air Force Base, where most of the personnel there were white.  There was a large number of Black employees there as well, but there was never equal pay, and they gave them the crappiest jobs - and dad was a veteran - as were most of his other fellow Black co-workers.

Daddy made the best bar-b-q.  He taught me the difference between pork ribs and beef ribs - Pork ribs are spare ribs; beef ribs are baby back ribs - something people on the East Coast obviously don't know.  He taught me to be a great jack leg carpenter.  I also learned to mow the lawn - hated it.  I was so glad when he finally got a power mower.  As I said, I had a bad case of motor mouth - inherited from my Granddaddy.  Sometimes I would say stuff that was totally inappropriate, and his response, in that deep, quiet voice of his was: "DON'T BE NO FOOL!" And that was never a threat, it was a promise.

Daddy also served in WWII and was stationed in Camp Seibert Army Base in Gadsden, Alabama; served as a Military Policeman (MP), and probably experienced more racism in his young life there, than he ever did growing up in Oklahoma.  In fact, his experiences there shaped his militancy for the rest of his life.  He had enlisted to save the country that rejected him - and got a full dose of racism during the time he was there.  Of course, he was not the only one; and it was not something he discussed with us until I was well into my teens and participating in the Sit-ins, and Civil Rights activities in Oklahoma City, under the mentorship and leadership of Ms. Clara Luper.  

I remember him clearly saying to me, during one of our many epochmaking debates, when he was trying to get me to stop participating in the sit-ins  - "You don't want to integrate with the kind of people these people are!!"  I was 17 years old.  Tinker Air Force Base had threatened to fire him because was an "agitator."  He asked (not told) me to stop because he could lose his position at Tinker.  He had been there for 20+ years at the time.  I looked at him like he had to be kidding, and responded, somewhat arrogantly,  that I was not going to stop - so he probably should get a different job - why would he want to work for a company that did not respect his rights?   
 
I half expected him to smack me or reprimand me, or ground me or withhold my allowance.  Instead, I saw this look of pride come across my Dad's face - he couldn't hide it.  I realized he was testing me to see how committed I was to the movement.  I later found out from my Mom that he had pretty much informed the higher ups at Tinker that it would be my own decision to stop, but he wouldn't force me to do so.  My Dad was a silent militant.  We would go walking sometimes in those racist parts of OKC, where they had the signs in the window that said "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone we choose."  Daddy would walk into the shop, stand there, not saying a word, waiting for one of the caucasoids to refuse him service - no one ever did. 

As you can see, my Dad was a FINE BLACK MAN - he set high standards for our family, because high standards were set by his Dad, my grandfather, Silas S. DULAN, who served in WWI.  They all served their country,  in a highly racist, segregated army.   Despite that, they all had high standards, ethics and definiteness of purpose

So I'm saying Thanks Daddy for being the wonderful dad and Sun King that you were/are.  Your birthday is treasured in our family, and always will be, for me.

Lovingly, Your Number One Kid
Gloria Jeanne
 
 
GLORIA JEANNE