Quay was also the site of the only shooting I know of within my own family, where my son Matt shot another boy while we were out visiting the Choate family when they lived in the area. Thankfully, it was a BB rifle and the other boy only go a welt under one eye for his trouble. Matt may have been channeling Black Jack Ketchum, who was honored with a roadside marker not far north of the old store and post office.
I had a good friend, Coralee Keith, that apparantly was a long-time resident of Quay, likely through her husband who died before I met her. I have spent some time at the Quay cemetary burying Coralee.