Article written by Moss Hanson, son of Armstead Hanson
FBOM MOSS HAirSOK February 2 lMt, IfUÍK To the (’hief: My nnme is .Mom« llaniion. 1 ive in ^“minóle ('ounty, Oklalio- mil, and 1 have a friend living here who luiinled me a «’Ojiy <»f the romanche f’hief, sí» I found in fhcn- Mh«*re William M. Hanson gav«* a birthday eelebbrntion. and ) oh, how I did enj«>y reading the uni'le Hilly, as we called him, w.ts still SI live and **n joying goo «1 h**tUh. I'<u* I have not heard from any of them in L‘() years, if not 1 >nger. 1 u‘^»‘d tt> live in roniaii- lie <*ouvty. I was raivd on a laini nenr Proctor, abotit three iiiihifi the be'»t I renienilKr northwest northwest on what is enlleil the old «lamí s Hanson ranch. An old gentleman gentleman by the name <if John H. Hoai’h Was our neighbor; he hatl two boys by the name i»f Eddie and Tommy. Tom was my chum he and I was raised together and rtall> the only brother I ever had, lis there was only my sister and I, and I have longed to go back to the old htnne place and visit —and some day I will surprise them all. Aly father’s name was .\rmstead Hanson, the youngest boy of the old W'illiani Hanson, Sr. family, and wht‘n I was a hoy I thought about half the pctiple in C'omanche county were my r**lations, so you can readily see that the Hanson i^ no stranger in Comnnche (Joun- iy, and if the editcur has room in hi>, paper for this letter, and if any of the relations se**s this letter and has time to write I wcmld b«* gUi<l to hhour from them. My sister livi's at Pctrolia. Texas. 1 am und«‘rsheeriff of Seminole «-ounty and have been for two years. Just a word to the editor:—I enjoy rea»!ing yo\n* paj»er jind it being my ohl home I wish you would >«*nd it fo me. Moss H.ANSON.