#FamilyFriday, January 18, 2019

january 18

“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.” –Deb Caletti

“Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.” –Pierce Brown

“Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.” –Sam Levenson

**This “book” was handwritten by my great-grandmother and typed by my grandmother. My grandmother typed this as it was written. It will not be grammatically correct. I am not correcting her writing. I am sharing her words, her exact words, and that makes it even more special.

grandma and grandpa family

My Earliest Memories by Alda Bundick (Typed as written)

There was an old man that lived about a mile from us and he always came up the fence clost to the house to go to his gold mines he dug in and he always brought us an envelope with some raisins in it—about 6 or 7 raisins for each of us. Gee, they were good! So we always watched for Mr. Armstrong. Then one day we was watching for him and Dadie came in a wagon with a bunch of groceries. We had to help carry them in and was a 10 lb. bag of raisins. They let us eat all we wanted. So when we saw Mr. Armstrong coming, Claude told me to go tell him we didn’t want any raisins today and Mama said no you take them anyway and thank him and be nice. So I went out there and met him and took the raisins. It always looked like such a little bit, but as full as I was, it sure looked like a lot.

Then the next things I recall, we lived about a mile from there in the old Lee house. It had 4 rooms with 2 doors to the front and 2 to the back. I remember a lot of things that happened when we lived there, but I don’t know what was first. But I do remember when Grandma Hobbs came to see us. Dadie took her to the doctor and she got a bottle full of little red pills. I thought they was so pretty. Then in one day or 2 Uncle Ray’s family came over. Mary C. and me was the Mamas and made pies. Claude and Ray G. rode stick horses and went to work. Our old mud pies were so dull so we went in and snuck Grandma’s red pills and put on top of our pies—sure was pretty! Later when Grandma went in to get a pill, she hit the ceiling, I just happened to hear. So I took off out back—we had our play house in some big rabbit cages. I started throwing mud pies out and Mama came up and I didn’t get all those pies up side down. So she got me red handed. I don’t think she whipped me because Mary C. was gone and we was in to it together. I don’t remember if she gathered up the pills and used them or not. But somehow I never wanted to do that again.

Dadie rode a horse to work. We could always see his head first as he came over the hill and we’d sing I see, I see, I see until he came over the hill and then we’d say my Dad a coming.

grandma and grandpa riding horses

Grandma Bundick and Grandpa Bundick

Grandma had been at Uncle Ray’s and walked home one evening late. Claude ran to meet her and carry her bag and I carried her pillow. At the supper table, she got on to me for taking such big bites like Ramon G. I don’t remember when Grandma left but they sent her home on the train, I guess, or somehow. Next we heard she had fell dead on the street at Gatesville, Texas—wasn’t long after she was there. Daddy’s only sister, Janie Gillchrest, lived there and she went to see her.

It seems as tho Uncle Red and Aunt Kallie homesteaded 8 miles west and southwest of Ancho. Uncle Ray’s and and Aunt Mary’s was 3 miles north and northwest of Coyote. Uncle Jack and Uncle Wesley went on further north to Gran Oriuvera. Anyway, I don’t remember Uncle Jack and them there 1 1/2 miles north of Coyote but a little while. We went over there once—was a little one room adobe house. But they had wagons and goats and ducks and pigeons. I thought they was so pretty. So Dowe let me hold a pigeon and it messed down the front of my dress. They laughed and I was so embarrassed. We ate dinner with them that time—that’s the only time I remember being there. One time Uncle Jack came and I was sitting in the floor churning in a daisy metal churn. I know I had done been turning on it 3 days. Seemed like Uncle Jack said they had to move as they only had one piece of bacon left and he tied a string around it and swung it from the ceiling and as each kid got out of bed they chewed on it and swallowed it. When they would walk off , the string pulled it out and the next one ate it again. I sure thought that was bad off! We was living in the house as it belonged to the Kelt Brothers. They owned a lot of land there. So one day one of them came to the house and wanted us to go down in the pasture and have picnic dinner with them. Mama and us 3 kids went, was just a little ways from our house. Sure was lots good stuff to eat. I remember how Mama bragged on their dinner.

I think Dadie must have bought a truck load of apples. We had them piled in one corner of the back room and seems like once a week Mama made us kids move them to the other corner real easy and pick out any that had spots for her to cook and make jelly. I sure got tired of doing that but the pile grew smaller every week.

Then one winter we went up to Uncle Wesley’s—he had a good bean crop, but couldn’t get it all harvested. So we went up and lived in one little room of their barn. Uncle Ray and Aunt Mary lived in the big back room of their barn. Everybody pulled and threshed beans mostly by hand with a pole. Us kids played under the wagon and watched the little ones. Ray G. and I was the big kids as Claude and Mary C. was 6 years old and had to go to school.

One of Uncle Wesley’s neighbors, (lady) died while we was there. Mama, Aunt Mary, and Aunt Mattie took turns sitting up with her. They walked up there, must have been a half mile. The day they buried her, we all—Mary C., Raymond, Vera, and me all walked up to Cleghorns house. Aunt Mattie sent Mary C. to her house to get something. She couldn’t find it—she sent Vera, she couldn’t find it—then I went and looked right where she told me and found it. She was so proud of me and I sure thought I did something too. The day they buried Mrs. Cleghorn, Wayne said “where’s Mama?” I told him she went up there because Mrs. Cleghorn died. He said “Oh, I saw them dragging her off behind the wagon a while ago.” I told Mama and Dadi what he said. They had took him with them a few days before when they dragged off a dead cow from the barn.

Leonard and Bo must have been about 16 and 12 years old and Leonard brought a little bird to Wayne. We thought he treated it too rough so we talked him into letting us take it to the pasture and turn it a loose. Before we got very far, here came Leonard on Old Blaze (a part shetland pony of theirs) and chewed us up for getting Wayne’s bird—took it back to him. Of course, he was bawling and that quieted that.

grandma bundick's book

“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31

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4 Comments »

  1. So priceless to have these memories, letters and bits and pieces of her life to look back on. It’s so amazing!! I often look back and wish i had asked more questions of my grandparents while they were still alive.

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