In the summer of 1910 Daniel Barney McEntire and his wife, Martha Jane
  (Burnett), moved from South Mound, Kansas, to a Barber County farm located
  3 1/4 miles southwest of Isabel, Kansas. Clifton, a son, herded the cattle
  while making the move. His sisters Estella and Lorena, rode in the covered
  wagon with their parents.
     Estella met Charles Coss, and they were married in October, 1914. They 
  lived in the Isabel vicinity until 1927, when they moved to Meade County.
     Clifton met Mary Ethel Miller in 1918, when she came from LaCygne, Kansas,
  to be with her brother, Richard Miller's wife, Aria, when their second 
  daughter, Maxine, was born.
     Cliff and Ethel were married, May 31, 1919, and continued to live on the
  farm near Isabel, where they reared three children: Clifton Wayne, Margaret
  Lucile, and Mary Helen.
     From the early horse-drawn farming equipment to the self-propelled
  machinery, repairs and hand-forged tools were often made by Cliff's creative
  skills. Ethel raised chickens for eggs. Meat, milk, and vegetables were
  also produced on the farm. Before an ice box was used, cool water direct 
  from the windmill flowed through a milk-trough, keeping fresh the milk,
  butter, and other food.
     In the late summer of 1919 Daniel, Martha, and their daughter, Lorena,
  moved back to eastern Kansas. Lorena later married Oren Harris. Daniel and
  Martha are both buried in a cemetery for which Daniel had donated the twenty
  acres near South Mound.
     I was the middle child of Cliff and Ethel McEntire and remember a few
  things of interest that happened during my childhood years on the farm.
     Dan, one of our horses, contacted sleeping sickness. Dad, who was always
  very inventive, made a special sling, keeping the horse on its feet - not
  letting it lie down. It was a happy day when Dan, with a lot of loving care,
  recovered.
     Gypsum from Medicine Lodge was cast by my dad and mother into blocks
  with which to build a new barn and henhouse.
     Whlie trying to swat a horsefly, my brother, Wayne, was kicked by a horse
  and lay unconscious for one-half day.
     My sister, Mary Helen, about two years old, drank kerosene from a barrel
  faucet, thinking it was water. My sister turned blue. We had no telephone -
  so I ran - oh, how fast I ran! - to the field to get the men to call the 
  doctor. By the time I got home, mother, always knowing what to do, had 
  induced vomiting, and my sister was all right.
     One time the Isabel school bus became stuck in the snow and a bus load of
  children spent the night, toe to toe, at Les Gibson's farm.
     My father, Cliff McEntire, who was such a well-liked person - always
  ready to help someone in need, died in February, 1966. My mother, Ethel,
  later moved to Wichita, Kansas, where her three children, all married, are
  now living.
                
     Source:Chosen Land - Barber County, Kansas,  pg. 299 
     Submitted by: Margaret Lucile Cusick