#FamilyFriday, February 1, 2019

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“Family is not an important thing. It’s everything.” -Michael J. Fox

“The memories we make with our family is everything.” -Candace Cameron Bure

“Family and friends are hidden treasures, seek them and enjoy their riches.”-Wanda Hope Carter

**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 alda bundick

My Earliest Memories by Alda Bundick (Typed as written)

One evening Mom went after the cow. We was sitting in the door. Sound like a woman screamed. So we was afraid it was Mama, but didn’t know what to do. We kept listening, it was just dusky dark when here came the old cow running and Mama holding her tail. She put her in the lot with the calf and wired the gate, didn’t even milk. Here she came (get in house, kids!) before she got to the house. She came in and shut all the doors and windows and told us just as she got to the cow, a panther screamed and she knew he was coming close to her too. The next day our neighbor, Sam Ward, came up on the horse and said, did you know there was panther tracks to right there at your yard fence in the road? Watch those kids! Mama told him about the evening before. She said she caught the cow by the tail and hit the ground about every 3 steps. We knew she was scared and we was too. Seems like the men formed a hunting crew or trapping crew or something. But I know later they talked about how many panthers had been killed in the area.

One day Dadie came home from town in the wagon. We ran up the road to meet him as soon as he came in sight. He had got the mail and a package from Mama’s Mother and Dad. We all got a nice gift. I don’t know what the boys got but I got a pretty baby doll with a china head, which Mama kept put up and I couldn’t play with it, just my old rag dolls. One day Aunt Mary and her kids came over and Mama let us play with my pretty doll. I hardly got to touch it. Raymon G. had it and Mary C. wanted it and Aunt Mary told her to give it too her—was her turn and she threw it and broke the head against the bed post. (Mama had a bawl bag for 3 days too) and they didn’t even get scolded. I almost hated them for that.

Grandpa and Grandma Aber sent us Easter baskets that I thought was the prettiest things ever and other gifts too. I always thought they must be rich. They sent me a little purse and a ring with a red set I loved. Mama let me wear it to school and I pulled it off and put it in my little purse and someone was chasing me when it came open and lost my ring. Never did find it but I do still have the purse.

One evening Dadie came in from town, was sick. Mama unhooked the horses, put them up and fed them, carried in the groceries. He bought groceries once a month at town, 20 miles in and little things at the commissary in between times. But he was sick and went to bed—it was cold. We had a fire—Dadie jumped up and run for the fireplace and threw up on my head, all over me. He said he ate corned beef and cabbage for dinner that was ruined. Boy then, I was ruined and Mama didn’t warm water to bathe me either. It was cold and I sure smelled bad. Even the next day after a hot bathe, I still stunk and my Dad never wanted corned beef and cabbage again!

grandpa and a donkey

Before I could go to school, I had to be vaccinated for smallpox. So Dadie took me to town and got to see the doctor and got my vaccination and bought me a real ice cream cone.

One evening when we came in from school, Mama was sitting in the door. She said come here and sit by me and I did. She said let me see your warts. I had 2 on the side of my hand. Before I hardly knew what was up, she sliced them off and they was bleeding. I thought I’de die right there and then, but I didn’t.

One time after we started to school at Coyote, Mama’s old red cow was expecting a calf and Mama had walked the pasture over and Dadie had rode it over. But we didn’t know they was hunting for her. So after about 3 days, Mama mentioned it at the dinner table and Claude said she’s right out there. We see her every day coming home—she is in the same place, just a little ways from the house. We went into a thicket and when we turned a corner there was a little clearing and that’s where she lay. She had had twin calves and they were dead and she almost was. I can’t remember if she died or not. I think they carried her feed and water for ages tho. We sure felt bad about it tho.

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. Oh my goodness! I don’t even know where to start lol. So much happened to your grandmother! I felt empathy for her over that doll though. That’s a big reason I’m not going to force my child to share things. I mean she barely got to play with it before it was destroyed! That’s so sad for anyone.

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  2. I feel like I know your Gramma. She tells it all, doesn’t she? Each of us should be making notes about the daily happenings in our lives. The memories are stored somewhere if we can only recall them..(now where did I leave my glasses?)

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