Proctor, Nora Fidelia “Pat” Turner
Nora Fidelia “Pat” Turner Proctor
Submitted by: Jane Proctor Smith Daughter of “Pat” and Pope Proctor
Granddaughter of Olga and Robert Turner
Nora was the youngest child of Olga and Robert Freeman Turner. She was born September 17, 1895 in Canadian, I.T. She attended school in Canadian, Indianola, and the Tuskahoma Academy for Girls. She became ill with typhoid fever and her parents had to bring her home to nurse her back to health. She did not return to the Academy. On September 7, 1913 she married Oliver Pope Proctor. While they lived in Indianola, she was an active member of the Baptist Church, the Women’s Missionary Society, and the Eastern Star. Besides her housework, she was an excellent seamstress, did needlework, and quilted with the W.M.S. She had a garden and was busy in the summer canning, raising chickens, and drying fruit. She had a big wash pot for boiling the white clothes and linens. When hog-killing time came, she canned meat, made sausage and cracklings, and made lye soap. The tenderloin was eaten fresh but the hams and shoulders were cured for later use.
When Indianola got natural gas, my dad bought her a Magic Chef range and she was still using it when she died. They moved to McAlester after my dad was elected County Commissioner. They lived at 1216 So. Sixth Street and later bought a residence at 527 No. Second Street. She worked at Hunts Department Store in the dry goods department until her retirement at age 70.
After my dad’s death she walked to work most of the time, which meant up and down the Masonic Temple hill. She was a member of the First Baptist Church in McAlester and after retirement, volunteered at the Senior Citizens Center. My mother was a quiet, unassuming, unselfish, hard-working, independent, and dignified lady with a great sense of humor. She was proud of her Indian heritage. She as frugal regarding herself but generous with the rest of the family. She believed in The Golden Rule, a good education, honesty, and always kept her word. She was strict with us when we were growing up but was always loving and kind. I do not think she was ever truly happy after the death of my father, Oliver Pope Proctor, in 1956. She said she didn’t believe you could die of a broken heart because she would have died if that were true. But she adjusted to her lot as a widow and enjoyed her children and grandchildren whom she loved early. She was called “Nanny” by her four grandchildren.
Some of her favorite sayings:
If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.
Waste not – want not.
Never break a promise to a child.