Family Friday March 15. Welcome to my family. Let’s take a trip down memory lane.
“The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other.” -Mario Puzo
**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.
If this is your first Family Friday, you can find part one here.
Family Friday March 15: My Earliest Memories by Alda Bundick (Typed as written)
Dadie had been working on another room to the homestead house. So after we got back out there, he and Mama finished it. We had one big bed and one 1/2 bed in there. So now we had three rooms. Still hauled water 1/2 mile. But it was pipeline water as Mr. Kelt had it piped up to his house for stock water. Had huge water tanks full, like our water tank out here, but with no top and they went swimming in it all summer as it was fresh every day and that’s how they all bathed. In the summer, both the Kelt families lived out there in the shacks and had lots of fun.
Our house was made from logs standing up—put in the ground about 2 foot deep like a post and wired all around and mixed mud and plastered the cracks. You’d be surprised how warm they were—logs across the top and plastered up, then tin over that—but they was warm. The new room had two little windows that you raise up and tie to the top with a string. We never had mosquitoes though so that wasn’t bad.
I remember one day Uncle Red’s neighbor, Mr. Storey, came by our house and gave us a gunny sack full of snap beans and a gunny sack full of squash and some greens. Gee, Mama was so proud of that and not one speck wasted but that is what we ate until it was all gone.
Claude still had his little horse Uncle Wesley gave him as a colt and Dadie had got a little bald-faced bay pony named Ted that was Wayne’s and a little grey with some spots on him that was old Chappo. We had them long before he moved to the homestead. Chappo was my horse.
One day Dadie got on old Chappo to go out to cut wood and he doubled up and threw him off right out in front of the house. So I said I don’t want Old Chappo anymore. So Jay Daniels had come to stay with us that summer and cut cord wood with Dadie. He rode Choppo to cut wood and Dadie rode old Ted. Claude went with them a lot that summer. He stacked the wood as they cut it. Dadie gave old Choppo to Jay to help pay for some of the wood cutting. One day they came in and Claude was so excited. He had saw a big rattlesnake and it opened it’s mouth, made a funny noise and 13 little snakes ran in it’s mouth. They all saw it and that’s what made the day for them.
I remember going with Dadie in the wagon to get stock water from a dirt tank. He just drove the water out in the water and filled 4 barrels and let the wagon wheels soak—as they was wooden and if they got too dry they would fall apart. Then he would pop old Bandy and Ted with a line and yell and they’d pull it out. But it was hard for them. That was stock water. We got the drinking water and wash water down at Kelt’s. It was about 1/2 mile. But the dirt tanks was about 2 miles from the house, I think.
We did our washing on the rub board and had a wash pot outside with a fire to boil the clothes and used homemade lye soap. When we had old butter grease or a drop of grease left, we used it for lye soap—or else we bought P&G bar soap.
We had our playhouses and roamed the hills—had lots of fun. Mama moved her few old hens to White Oaks and back to the homestead. We had a little chicken shed but no door on it. So the hoot owls came to get our chickens. Mama cut a big long post, sawed it flat on one end and put it up by the chicken house. It was tall enough that Mama couldn’t reach the top so Claude stood up on old Banty’s back and put the trap up on the post. We caught several owls. Then one night one flew away with the trap. About a month later, I was chasing butterflies and found the trap, feathers, bones, and all on a rock just a little way out in front of the house. But I guess we got all the owls—didn’t have any more trouble with them.
I remember lots of pretty flowers and the pretty grammer grass and butterflies. We’d play every day and chase butterflies. It’s a wonder we didn’t get lost.
“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