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Adison Harrel “Boy” Dean

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Adison Harrel “Boy” Dean

Birth
Rawdon Township, Ellis County, Oklahoma, USA
Death
2 Oct 1993 (aged 84)
Springfield, Greene County, Missouri, USA
Burial
Springfield, Greene County, Missouri, USA Add to Map
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Adison Harrel Dean was the second child and only son of the four offspring of Celo Dean and Edith Della Harrel Dean. His sister Lottie was born prior to Oklahoma statehood and he was their first child born after Oklahoma becoming a state. He was named for his Grandfather George "Addison" Dean and used his mother's maiden name for his middle name. He started school using his middle name, Harrel. A schoolmate, George Adamson was unable to pronounce his "R" and the name came out "Hell". George said he was embarrassed and called him "Boy". That name stuck and he was addressed as "Boy" by any one who knew him in the community. This followed him well into his adulthood.
He was a hard and willing worker on his father's ranch where he wrangled cattle and broke horses to ride. He had many a colorful story about his Uncle John and him taking broncs to the sandy South Canadian River bottom to wear them out in the sand. That way they didn't buck as well or fight as long.
Adison Harrel Dean was the second child and only son of the four offspring of Celo Dean and Edith Della Harrel Dean. His sister Lottie was born prior to Oklahoma statehood and he was their first child born after Oklahoma becoming a state. He was named for his Grandfather George "Addison" Dean and used his mother's maiden name for his middle name. He started school using his middle name, Harrel. A schoolmate, George Adamson was unable to pronounce his "R" and the name came out "Hell". George said he was embarrassed and called him "Boy". That name stuck and he was addressed as "Boy" by any one who knew him in the community. This followed him well into his adulthood.
He was a hard and willing worker on his father's ranch where he wrangled cattle and broke horses to ride. He had many a colorful story about his Uncle John and him taking broncs to the sandy South Canadian River bottom to wear them out in the sand. That way they didn't buck as well or fight as long.


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