Nancy and I are standing on a small hill just outside of Jay Oklahoma.

Everything's pretty messy because it's been muddy around here with all this rain we've had.

To find us on a map, go to where Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Missouri meet.

Then move your finger a little to the left, west, just into Oklahoma.

Down in the valley below, cows are munching on grass.

A creek cuts through the edge of the field.

And because of the rain, everything is sparkling green.

You can see the Johnacles over there.

You can always tell in the whole house site because the Johnacles are cupping up.

Everybody had Johnacles.

Nancy is my cousin.

It's her cattle pasture we're standing in.

We're looking for the spot where a small house built in the 1830s once stood.

The blooms aren't out, but they'll survive.

Yeah, they always do.

Johnquills are little yellow flowers like daffodils.

And even though the people who originally planted them are long gone,

their green stems still poke out every spring on this same hill.

Okay, this is where we think the house was in this area.

This is where our great, great, great grandfather lived.

And it's also where he died.

This land has belonged to my family for more than 180 years.

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