Family Friday, March 22. Welcome to my family. Let’s take a trip down memory lane.
“Families are the compass that guides us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter.” – Brad Henry
**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 22: My Earliest Memories by Alda Bundick (Typed as written)
Our homestead joined Mr. Sam Ward’s on the west and they had a good fence strung up. But one day Mr. Ward came in his wagon and wanted us to go over there. I guess him and Dad had plans. But anyway some squatters had come in—put up a tent and was a man and woman and 2 or 3 little kids.
I remember them saying if you passed there the woman was always whipping one of the kids. So when we got there, they stopped and went and told them that was our land and they had to get out. Mama and us kids was sitting in the wagon. I always wondered why they told Mama to there and hold the gun. But about the time they told the guy, the woman went to beating on one of the kids and we didn’t hear any more of what they said. But they did move out a day or two.
We went on and ate dinner with the Ward’s and she had a big log of baloney which was a treat to us. So we all ate and then Mr. Ward’s hired hand came in for dinner and Mr. Ward said, “Does everybody feel ok? I’m gettin’ sick—that baloney made me sick. Are you sure everybody feels ok?” Well his hired hand (I forgot his name) ate, but didn’t touch the baloney. After he left and went back to work, Mr. Ward said, “I saved that baloney, didn’t I?” I think of that quite often. But I thought he was goofy then.
Sam Ward was a big man and we had another neighbor named Lonnie Ray. He came every evening—was real skinny and he came every evening and ate supper with us. He didn’t have any teeth. So when he drank clabber milk for supper, he’d get a hunk on his nose and it would go down on his chin, then up on his nose and back and forth as he ate. We always wanted Mama to ask him to eat so we could watch that. Once or twice we had to go outside as we’d get tickled and Mama made us leave the table.
They bought flour by the 50 lb. bag and Mama poured half of it in a can and set the other 1/2 sack by the kitchen door. After supper they took the lamp and went to the front room and talked and when Lonnie left one night, he picked up the 1/2 sack of flour. Because his horse was always close to the kitchen door, he always went out that way. Well, after breakfast the next morning, Sam Ward came up on his horse and was talking to Mama and he said, “Well, Lonnie told me someone stole 1/2 sack of flour from you last night.” Mama hadn’t even missed it. She looked down and said well they did. Of course, there was no doubt about who got it. But Lonnie didn’t come back for awhile. I guess til they ate that up and he got hungry again.
I remember when Cecil and Ruby got married and they came to our house. I remember them laying across Mama’s bed in the front room and loving each other and Mary C. told me she was just 14 years old. That Sunday was a mob at our house. I don’t know how Mama ever cooked for that many people. But us kids sure had lots of fun climbing trees and hiding from each other. I guess that was when they brought Bea, Willie, and Anne out to be with Jay cause he had been with us all summer. And he had talked of them enough till we felt like we knew them and all of Uncle Norris’s gang was there too.
“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