What I would like to leave behind me when I am gone and forgotten, originated in a dream from 30 years ago. That is when I began to think about a special museum somewhere between Cabool, Houston and Licking along highway 17 concerning the old time Ozarks and old days Ozarkians, and my beloved Big Piney River, where I spent so much of my boyhood exploring the length of it. In Arkansas, I worked as the first Naturalist for the State Park system right out of college in 1971, I really got into constructing interpretive centers for four or five of the largest state parks. Then I continued it when I went to work later as a naturalist for the National Park Service on the Buffalo River.
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