I will post a few more pictures of Ochiltree counties rich national resources. I started a painting today of one of the oldest houses built in Ochiltree county. It is very interesting and is sporting a pumping oil well near the entrance gate. At one time just a few years ago the owner stocked the ranch with Elk. They could be seen while driving down highway 83. Some were near the tall wire fence grazing away on Texas grass. I haven’t gotten the history of this place yet, but I plan to do that since I am painting it. Caliche pits are always busy loading trucks to haul to new construction road sites or to repair old roads. And of course as I mentioned before sections of wheat or grass land are heavily populated with fat cattle. A nice lake is situated about I I/2 miles of the highway 83. It is equipped with R V hook-ups, a nice eating place called “The Lobo,” and restrooms. Minnows are always available for those who like to use live bait. That would be me. A walk way built out over the lake is leading on to a real nice covered deck. We take our lawn chairs, and ice cooler and forget that time is clicking on. I only fish for crappie, but sometimes bass or trout get on my line. I have caught catfish also. Most of the time I just catch crappie. They are good eating. This lake is called Lake Fryer, and is 15 miles south east of Perryton on highway 83. For anyone who is not addicted to the busy, go-go life of large cities, Ochiltree county is first class of its kind of entertainment. I am always glad to be back in its safe and sound environment.
It is within my home walls that I can feel the presence of God so vividly. At the end of any day I am truly exhausted. I am full of sorrow for some of my family and friends who are suffering from lack of good fortune. When I am away from home I slip into bed without relieving myself of these depressing feelings. On the contrary every night at home I unload my sorrow and find a most relaxing spirit that equals the spirit of my father who always assured me that everything would be alright. I believed him, and it was true. When I grew up I had to find that same source of knowledge that my father had. I was on my own and no longer could depend on my dad to kiss my sore, so to speak. It didn’t take me long to discover that same divine guidance that my dad had. I know I am dependant upon one place for my prayers to be answered, but I do believe people lose their faith so often by changing locations with their alters. I am positive that my alter is anywhere my heart is, but too often our heart is fixed on something else besides God. I am thankful that my home is still my heaven, and pray that I can keep it that way for a long time.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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