Next Wednesday is one of my banner days. June 12, 1995, I started work at The Madera Tribune as a retail advertising sales executive. Remembering the date is easy because the day I started at the newspaper would have been my mother’s 65th birthday. She loved reading the newspaper and would have enjoyed my working here.
My mother, QuoVada Louise “Kirk” Hill was born in 1930 in the small town of Indianola, Okla. A few years before she died, my husband and I sent her to a big Kirk family reunion in Oklahoma. It was the first time she had been in her hometown since she left there at the age of 5. She had great time and I’m glad we were able to send her.
She said the name QuoVada meant “second daughter of the chief” in Apache Indian. A search of the Internet could not confirm this. I did find her listed on www.Ancestry.com as part of the 1940 census.
Mom said that when her family came to California in 1935 “we were rich Okies because we had two mattresses on the top of Grandpa’s old Ford.” Watching the two-part PBS series “The Dust Bowl,” gave me a disturbing perspective on her early life. I got a new take on just how hard life was for my parents’ generation...