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    In this episode, we tell the story of Cynthia Ann Parker's son, the Comanche war chief Quanah Parker. Quanah led Comanche forces until his defeat at Adobe Walls. He then encouraged his people to settle on the reservation, refusing to sacrifice his culture.

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    Speaker 1(00:00):
    Welcome to Stuff you Missed in History Class from how
    Stuff Works dot com. Hello, and welcome to the podcast.
    I'm fair Dowdy and I'm de blaney Chuk Reboarding and
    where we left up. Last time, we were talking about
    a story from the Old Western Frontier, specifically talking about

    (00:24):
    Cynthia Ann Parker and her son, Kwanta Parker, who was
    the last Comanche chief. And um, it's been a sad
    story so far, one that we really kicked off with
    Cynthia Anne's own kidnapping when she was only nine years old. Yeah,
    focusing mostly on her life and what happened after that kidnapping.
    She was taken from her Texas family home. She and

    (00:47):
    her brother and some more of her relatives, and while
    most of them were ransomed back, she never surfaced. They
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    The Haunted Town of Quanah, Texas

    Many years ago, my husband — at the time — was transferred to Quanah, Texas, population of over 4,550, by his company Georgia Pacific, to work his way up to a plant manager’s position. That meant the move was a temporary one of about three years. The plant in Quanah was smaller but was geographically important.

    My twins were born in Quanah. In fact, the babes and I were featured on the front page of the newspaper for being the first twins to be born in the new hospital.

    It had seemed to us that Quanah was an up-and-coming community with some vibrancy from the community’s support of the school’s sports teams, artist groups, and especially the prominent church groups. I thought it odd that the first question asked of us when meeting some of the locals was: “What church do you belong to?” Not, ‘What does your husband do?’ or ‘Where are you from?’ or ‘What is your name?’ It was always a question of what church we’d be going to in that small community.

    We made lots of friends while there. My husband, of course, knew the people he worked with, which were the same guys he’d spend half the night drinking with, whereas I knew the people in the Art Guild. That creative group would get together to challenge and encourage each other, arrange for art e