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Posted on August 31, 2010

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FAIR PLAY ARROWHEADS

It was a beautiful August day when Dad said, “We are going to take the ‘Old Leaky roof” to Fair Play and visit Grandpa and Grandma Coy.”  I was excited about returning to my birthplace and again hunt for arrowheads.

My Dad owned the “Garden City Views.” Dad, mother, my brother and I caught the train out of Clinton. We had a nice trip to Fair Play.

Grandpa William W. Coy was manager of the Fair Play Lumber Yard. He greeted us at the train station. We had no sooner arrived in Fair Play when Grandpa announced that he was going to Humansville to buy a new 1940 Ford.

Of course, I was invited to go and help select the new automobile, but I was disappointed because I wanted to hunt arrowheads that afternoon.

My Aunt Faye said it would be nice for me to go look for the new car. Aunt Faye had taught me how to tie my shoes almost two years ago. Grandpa promised us all an ice cream cone. Aunt Faye was publisher of the “Fair Play Advocate.” My Dad, Edgar E. Coy, and Uncle, Elmer P. Coy, had published “The Advocate” before Aunt Faye.

It was a nice trip to Humansville, and to ride in a brand new car back to Fair Play was wonderful. On the way back Grandpa said my great Uncle Huntsaker had ran his car off a low bridge into water during a storm, and he drown.

I had to wait until the next day to go arrowhead hunting. It was a lucky day for me because I found a gray stone hammer head and several brown flint arrowheads. The next day I found a tomahawk head.

On getting back to Garden City, I compared my arrowheads with those my friend Allen had collected in Oklahoma. My arrowheads were not as finely crafted as my friend’s arrowheads. But my arrowheads would still kill birds and animals.

I keep my Indian finds in a cardboard box, and from time to time I take them out to inspect and reminisce about days past.

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