PADEN, Okla.—“We came over in a cevvered wagon. Daddy drove the horses, and my sisters and I rode in the back,” Ora Myrtle Smith Maxey, my paternal grandmother, told me as a child. She was nine years old when her family left Mountain Home, Ark., to head to Broken Arrow, Okla., a 228-mile journey in … Continue reading Oklahoma toil and soil run in my veins