Indian Pioner Papers - Joe Holt Submitted by Brenda Choate bcchoate@yahoo.com ************************************************************************ USGENWEB ARCHIVES NOTICE: These electronic pages may NOT be reproduced in any format for profit or presentation by any other organization or persons. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material, must obtain the written consent of the contributor, or the legal representative of the submitter, and contact the listed USGenWeb archivist with proof of this consent. The submitter has given permission to the USGenWeb Archives to store the file permanently for free access. http://www.usgwarchives.net/ *********************************************************************** Garvin County Indian Pioneer Papers Joe Holt Interview # 9884 Field Worker: Maurice R. Anderson Date:  January 28, 1938 Name:   Mr.  Joe  Holt Residence:  Pauls Valley, Oklahoma Date of Birth:  March 9, 1886 Place of Birth:  Alabama Father: Ruff Holt, born in Alabama Mother:  Betty Allison, born in Alabama I was born 1886 in Alabama and came to the Indian Territory with my father, mother and brothers. We moved from Texas n a covered wagon and my father settled on a farm near Burneyville in the Chickasaw Nation in 1893.  My father farmed there two years then moved to a place called Glenn in the Chickasaw Nation and leased a farm.  There were a few stores, blacksmith shop, and post office and school house at Glenn and church was held in this school house on Sunday.  Will Gardner was the first postmaster. This was where I attended my first school.  There was a man teacher and it cost one dollar a month for each child sent.  We had to sit on split logs and used the slates and we only got to go about three or four months a year, as we would have to help chop cotton and corn.  As soon as the crops were laid by, we got to go to school until cotton picking time, then school would close until the people got their crops out. My uncle, John Holt, and my father first came to the Indian Territory when they were young men and went to work on the Bill Washington Ranch near Hennepin in the Chickasaw Nation.  My father only worked a few years and went back home but my uncle   stayed and later started a ranch near the Arbuckle Mountains and when we moved to Glenn he had built his ranch up to several thousand head of cattle.  His ranch was known as the Diamond T.  Besides running the ranch, my uncle built the first gin at Glenn.  That was where my father had his cotton ginned, but he would have to haul it to Texas to the market as there was no market for cotton at Glenn. My father moved to Violet Springs in the Seminole Country in 1898.   This place was a good sized town then and had a good school. There were many Indians living in that part of the country and they would have a dance of some kind nearly every week.  I have been to their dances and their ball games.  They didn't dance like the white people did.  T hey would have a big fire and they would go around in a circle behind each other.  I was at one of their dances called the green corn dance.  They had some kind of medicine in a bottle from which a bunch of the men took a drink then started going around and around in a circle.  They would go one way a while then the leader would holler or make a noise of some kind and they would start back the other way. I remember one time Father and I went to one of their dances and boy-like I wanted to see what they were eating and as I was acquainted with some of the Indian boys around my own age, I asked them to get me some of what they were eating.  They brought me a dish full but I could not eat it.  They called it sofka but it wasn't anything but beaten up corn and water and the corn was soured.  Father asked me how I like it and I told him it was the same thing he fed our hogs on. To watch the Indians play ball was a treat.  They would have a pole about twenty to thirty feet high and their stick was about three feet long with a buckskin fixed like a saucer on one end of the stick and they would throw the ball at the top of the pole with this stick.  Some of them never missed. Governor Brown's trading post was not far from where we lived.  I have been there several times when I was a boy and there would always be a large number of Indians there. When we moved to Violet Springs it was known as a tough town.   Everybody there would be in a shooting scrape of some kind.  We only lived about a quarter of a mile from town.  My father farmed there a few years then moved to Pauls Valley, where I now live.