Richard Carter "Dick" Clampitt was the son of William Gove and Savilia Victoria Able Clampitt and the grandson of Richard Arlen b.1802 and Lydia Floyd Carter Clampitt. Dick was born in Texas and moved to Okla in about 1890. He married Rosa Mae Trimble March 31,1900 in Marlow, Okla. He was a farmer and bought and sold real estate. Their children were Charlie, Myrtle, Lena, Burt, Bertha, Eileen and Richard Arlen. Dick and Rosa were life long residents of Duncan, Okla. Dick was a very kind, loving and upstanding person. Dick had his own way of doing things. His son Richard told the following story: When I was a boy, my daddy grew cotton on his farm. Cotton had to be hoed alot. It was Lena, Eileen and my job to hoe the weeds. Each evening, Daddy always checked the barn to see if every hoe was on it's own nail. If one was missing, he would send all of us out to find it. We plowed with mules. He had one mule that always caused trouble when he was being harnessed. This set a bad example for the other mules. One morning, Daddy took a trace chain from the wall and whacked that mule over the head. After that the mule never gave my Daddy anymore trouble. When Daddy's mules were plowing they would stop at 12 noon. They would not move until I unhitched the plow. They always got a two hour dinner rest. During the 30s we always had plenty to eat but some of the neighbors did not so when daddy butchered a hog or beef, he would share with all of them.
Richard Carter "Dick" Clampitt was the son of William Gove and Savilia Victoria Able Clampitt and the grandson of Richard Arlen b.1802 and Lydia Floyd Carter Clampitt. Dick was born in Texas and moved to Okla in about 1890. He married Rosa Mae Trimble March 31,1900 in Marlow, Okla. He was a farmer and bought and sold real estate. Their children were Charlie, Myrtle, Lena, Burt, Bertha, Eileen and Richard Arlen. Dick and Rosa were life long residents of Duncan, Okla. Dick was a very kind, loving and upstanding person. Dick had his own way of doing things. His son Richard told the following story: When I was a boy, my daddy grew cotton on his farm. Cotton had to be hoed alot. It was Lena, Eileen and my job to hoe the weeds. Each evening, Daddy always checked the barn to see if every hoe was on it's own nail. If one was missing, he would send all of us out to find it. We plowed with mules. He had one mule that always caused trouble when he was being harnessed. This set a bad example for the other mules. One morning, Daddy took a trace chain from the wall and whacked that mule over the head. After that the mule never gave my Daddy anymore trouble. When Daddy's mules were plowing they would stop at 12 noon. They would not move until I unhitched the plow. They always got a two hour dinner rest. During the 30s we always had plenty to eat but some of the neighbors did not so when daddy butchered a hog or beef, he would share with all of them.
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