Family Friday- February 22, 2019

February 22

“What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.” -Mother Teresa

“The family is one of nature’s masterpieces.” -George Santayana

“Nothing is better than going home to family and eating good food and relaxing.” -Irina Shayk

“Other things may change us but we start and end with the family.” -Anthony Brandt

**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)

Mama and Dadie was always saying something about the Colorado River. So one nite at the supper table, I broke wind. Dadie said don’t do that anymore. Next time go outside and run to somebody else’s house and let it. Then come back but don’t ever do that at the table. He said it in a low tone and I was thinking, gee it’s a mile to anybody’s house, probably Mr. Armstrong’s house is the closest and I didn’t figure I could ever make it there anyway. About that time the rooster crowed and I was glad to get that thought behind me. I said, Dadie, did you hear that rooster? He said Colorado River. They all laughed at me.

We went to school there for 2 years. I had only gone a few days when I got a paddling. But it was Mama’s fault because she made me wear an old bonnet all the time. Every morning by the time we got out of sight, I pulled it back and hung it down my back. All the way to school and then on the way home it hung down my back until just before we came out of the clearing in sight of the house. I put it on my head again and it never did keep me from getting a suntan either. But anyhow, some boys were playing some marbles and I drug my bonnet thru their marbles and messed them up. I don’t know why the teacher just happened to see me out the window and paddled me.

Not too many days after, I went around the building and Claude and Kate Fitzpatrick was sitting in the window and I got her by the feet and yanked her out. I don’t know why I did it. But I got another paddling and I never knew why both times I got a paddling. Claude ran the last half mile home to get to tell on me.

Sometime during the two years that we lived on the Lee place, Dadie had took out a homestead and cut logs and made a little one-room outa cedar logs dobbed with mud. SO when school was out we moved to the homestead, 8 miles up in the mountains from the Lee place. We had a good summer there and made lots of playhouses with every can or box that was emptied. We got them for our playhouse and valued them more than kids now value a bicycle.

That summer Mama raised about 20 young chickens so we would have some layers. Uncle Jack’s family came and stayed a few days and the boys caught several of the chickens, pullets too, and ground their bill off on the grindstone and they couldn’t eat. When Mama went out to feed the chickens and found that, I think the world rolled over. They caught the chickens, killed them and cooked them. But Uncle Jack and them went home early the next morning.

Mama and us kids went up on weekends and some days and Mama cut logs and Claude led only Banty (his pony Uncle Wesley had gave him) and drug the logs to the house so by the time we moved up there we nearly had 2 rooms made. No screens and the windows pulled up and tied them up in the ceiling.

We hauled water there about 1/2 mile. The water was piped up by pipeline and about 1/2 mile from us. Kelts had a shack they lived in the summers and moved into town in the winter, so the kids could go to school. They had 4 boys and 1 girl. She was oldest so all I ever knew of her was I got lots of her hand me down clothes. That was Mr. Bill’s family and Mr. Herman had 1 girl the same age as the other one and 2 boys. So their kids was out there in the summers. So we all had fun. They so more than me—I always had to stay at the house as too many boys—not trusted.

Grandma and Grandpa with a baby

I remember some folks west of us had a pet wolf and he got into everybody’s chickens, including ours. And the man paid Mama a dollar for every chicken he killed. One day we kept the trail hot trying to get him as Claude would go to the Kelt’s and get the shot gun and the wolf would circle him and go to the Kelt’s and back he’d go with it all day. All the boys was give out chasing him and the mad had to send him to the zoo.

Sam Ward lived east of us about 2 miles. He had homesteaded too. Had a nice 2 room house. I don’t remember going there much. But I know her house and stove and kitchen and her all made me think of the gingerbread boy story. I could just see him jumping out of the oven and running out in the woods by the dog and cow and all the animals.

I remember going there for dinner a few times. One day he came after us in his wagon to go over there and about 1/2 way over we went thru a canyon, went on a ways and they looked back and the rim was off the wagon wheel. They stopped and the spokes began to break off and said where is the rim? Claude said it came off when we was in the canyon. They said why didn’t you tell us? He said cause you don’t interrupt grown people when they are talking.

We had playhouses out on the hillside and ranch horseshoes was our horses. Bottles was our cows. We drove sticks up in the ground and used twine strings for our wires and had fences and pastures and barns and played for hours and hours out there.

That fall when school started, Dadie moved Mom and us kids into White Oaks to go to school as he had to stay on the homestead. You had to live on the place every night of the year, but 2 nights, I think for 3 or 4 years. Maybe 2 years, I’m not sure. Anyway, we had a beautiful house in White Oaks with lots of room, some furniture. I remember the marble top dressers were so pretty. We even had a sink but you had to go in a little dark room and pump water and take it to the sink.

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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