The Potter's stay in Arkansas only lasted until 1933 at latest. Here is my mother, Mary Potter's, version of the story in her own words:
|Excerpt, Mary Potter memoir 1978|
This story is, perhaps, tough on the locals (Mary only visited the farm, she was in secretarial school in Tulsa during this period). The stillborn birth in 1931, when Gladys would have been 42-43, had complications for Grandma Potter which she was still being treated for years later.
The Arkansas farm was traded (note the strike-out of "sold" above) for one in Sargent, Missouri. George Potter arranged this deal by hitch-hiking (or more likely just hiking) the 140 miles each way to Sargent. There are no on-line records that show the land transaction. The family loaded up the old touring car, now in disrepair, and set off for Missouri.
Nothing came down to me about when the move happened.
Word got back to one of David Potter's admirers in Yale, OK who sent him a birthday card in August 1934.
|Earliest mail I have for Cabool, Missouri|
|David Potter received this card for his 16th birthday|
|Card was sent from Yale, OK by a 15 year old friend...|
don't look to long at the pianist's face...it is an eldritch horror!
(As a paper industry engineer, retired, I'd add that this card is one of the oddest pieces of paper I have ever seen. It is some grade of sack paper, but calendered (polished) to a very high gloss; unbleached southern pine Kraft paper)