Sheilah Bright’s “The Last of Kenton” not only was well
written but brought back my moments of memory about Keyton. http://thislandpress.com/09/19/2012/the-last-of-kenton/?read=complete
I visited Keyton this past summer with the Oklahoma Alliance
for Geographic Education (OKAGE) and made a stop at the community center and
the museum. The lady in the museum showered
us with a lovely local treats: beef jerky from Perkins, Oklahoma and I sat on
the steps by The Merc. store sign and ate a homemade sandwich prepared by
Vicki and Monty Jo. I was there before I
read anything about this westernmost town in Oklahoma – consequently, did not
embrace the town geographically and culturally as I could have. I remember the
quietness, the bright sunlight, and the empty streets surrounded by mountains;
I remember that it was a comfortable place to make my own moments of being. I also
wish I had known more about the only funeral home in Cimarron County that is
run by the Axtell couple and their Rockin’
A café. I, as a person who does not
have an anchor to any place, or anything in my bones (Tulsa? Oklahoma? Brooklyn?
New York? Taiwanese? Chinese? American?), it is a luxury to think of having a
cemetery in a place I love to bury myself with my family. By the way, I hate to be a tourist.
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