Napoleon Bonaparte Blythe

I had two brothers, Willie and Napoleon. I do not remember my father as he died when I was very small and when I was three years old, my mother moved to Tahlequah where she supported us children by sewing. She was a seamstress and made men’s coats, in addition to fancy dresses for women. I only have one memory of my very young childhood days. I was playing in the spring branch near home and had a string tied to a salmon can for a wagon and was pulling it through the water when I decided that my wagon needed wheels so I took it to the blacksmith and asked him to put wheels on my wagon and he asked me to see the wagon and when I showed it to him he told me that he was busy and to run home that when he got through he would fix my wagon; but on my road home I fell down. Here Mrs. Sixkiller pointed to a deep scar under her chin and said, "You see that, well it was sometime before I was able to go back, and, when I was able, I never thought of the wagon again."