In as much as Duncan, OK had been all slick advertising and not much to brag about, Wichita was a delight. The Old Cowtown Museum was exactly what we were looking for in history, relived. I took way too many pictures and I would like to have them on the blog so that I can go back and refer to them when necessary as my sister and I try writing this book together. Even if the book comes to nothing, I am thoroughly enjoying the research.
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The houses were small before the railroads brought timber from the north. Cottonwood trees were plentiful but they didn't make very solid houses. The wood shrinks and warps easily.
This was a typical bank.
This was the barbershop.
There was a bathtub in the back room where the cowboys could pay to take a bath.
This was the Blood family home. They grew fruit, especially apples out there on the prairie.
The information said that the vertical timbers and two room house was not typical of the area.
The man we spoke with about the frontier days told us that the cat's name was Bandit.
(And I will continue tomorrow.) Bandit looks kind of tired.