Albert Tidwell


A career Marine who, after enlisting at age 14, served in China, then later Korea, Albert Tidwell turned to education and writing after retiring to his native Oklahoma in the late 1950s. This site, currently under construction, will serve as a library of his stories that we hope will prove valuable and meaningful for our family for generations to come.

We hope also to gather as many of his stories as possible to bind into a legacy book — who knows how long the current technology will last or how it will evolve. In the meantime, if you knew him or of him, and wish to contribute stories and comments to this site about Albert Tidwell, please let us know.

Albert Tidwell’s scrapbooks

After retiring from the US Marines, Albert Tidwell became a professional writer, authored several books and wrote a weekly column in his local newspapers. He was a brilliant — and hilarious — storyteller with a deep, booming voice and expressive facial features when he spoke. Albert Tidwell was my Grandpa.

Every week, he clipped his newspaper columns and pasted them into a scrapbook. Whenever I visited, after a round of family storytelling, he would quiet down, scoop a bowl of vanilla ice cream, settle into his recliner and motion for me to sit on the ottoman next to him. The scrapbook lay nearby.

I would eagerly turn to the page marked since my last visit and read his most recent columns aloud, accompanied by the soft clink of his spoon in the bowl. He loved hearing his writings read aloud. We laughed, cried, discussed the affairs of the world and complained about the typesetter’s frequent errors, page by page, story by story. I would read until he drifted off to sleep, snoring in that Grandpa sort of way.

After his funeral, my uncle lifted the stack of familiar scrapbooks, opened and read the inscription, then handed them to me.

At the time I probably didn’t fully understand how profound Grandpa’s gift really was, but as the years wore on and his voice faded from my memory, I’ve come to realize that his stories and their significance not only stayed with me but they’re part of who I am, warts and all.

I’ll be adding his newspaper columns from his scrapbooks to this site as I can. He has a distinct writing voice.

A biographer friend once told me, “When an old person dies, it’s like an entire library closes forever; we need to capture and listen to their stories while we can.”

To all you older folks out there reading this, we hope you will tell your stories — whether on paper, computer, tablet, recording device, or simply by sitting back in a chair and sharing with those who will listen.

And to the busy younger set, we hope you can sit for a moment and allow yourself the gift of stories told by those who lived them — meaningful, real-life stories captured before they’re gone forever.