Family Friday, March 29. Welcome to my family. Let’s take a trip down memory lane.
“At the end of the day, a loving family should find everything forgivable.” -Mark V. Olsen
**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 29: My Earliest Memories by Alda Bundick (Typed as written)
One day Mama was sick so Dadie left before noon to get the Dr. I had no idea what was wrong—it just wasn’t like Mama to be sick. She always took care of everybody. So before night here came Aunt Mary on horseback with Jackie about 1-year-old. Came 8 or 9 miles and fixed supper for us and put us all to bed. We played with Jackie—he was so cute, little red-headed tyke.
So in a few minutes, I heard the Dr. say it’s a boy, Mrs. Hobbs and it was quiet for a little bit and he said there’s gonna be another one and he was
The next morning, Aunt Mary got us up and let us see the twin boys Fat and Timer (Floyd and Loyd). I was so happy that we had some babies and was in hog heaven for 3 or 4 days until Aunt Mary went home and I had to wash the diapers and that wasn’t so much fun then. I sure got a bellyache and Dadie came out and gave me a big dose of castor oil. So when I got thru with the diapers, I had to stay in the bushes the rest of the day. We didn’t have
I had trouble washing those sheets. They
We had a yellow jersey cow and Mama went out in the middle of the day and called her and milked enough milk for Floyd and Loyd’s bottles as we didn’t have a cistern there and we didn’t have any way to keep anything cool even. So three times a day, Mama built a wood fire and cooked meals. Always hot bread, clabber milk, if any—beans and gravy and potatoes sometimes. She’d raise a few fryers as the hens set and raised them. We had fried chicken most anytime during the summer. I won’t ever forget the pretty flowers and grass up at our homestead.
Seems like that summer, we had lots of company. After Bea, Annie, Willie, and all of Uncle Norris’s bunch moved out there. It was someone there all the time, seemed like to me anyhow.
One time Uncle Red and
They had an old stove door they watered chickens in. One day, Tee and Lee and me went and got it to make mud pies in and took it out of the yard. Uncle Red went to put out chicken water that evening and we hunted a long time but didn’t find it. So he got the razor strap, got Lee. I thought he was beating him to death. When he turned him a loose and called Tee—I knew I’d be next. Well, Tee came around the corner of the house with the stove door. Sure saved our hides. I don’t know if he would have whipped me or not but I sure thought then that he would and I guess that is what counted.
Then when Mama and Dadie came up there to get me, they got the ropes and Aunt Callie and Mama went to the outhouse and Uncle Red and Dadie went down there. (Was a pretty good ways from the house) and when they came out they would run up to them on the horse and rope them and they would run from tree to tree while they
I guess I slept all the way home. You won’t ever know how good you can sleep in an old
“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