Family Friday- April 5. Welcome to my family. Let’s take a trip down memory lane.
“Nothing is better than going home to family and eating good food and relaxing.” -Irina Shayk
**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- April 5: My Earliest Memories by Alda Bundick (Typed as written)
Fat and TImer was born in June. So before school started we moved back to Coyote. Dadie traded our 160-acre homestead for 160 acres between Uncle Ray’s place to the highway. So we moved down there so we could go to school. Only had to walk 3 miles. School started at 9 and out at 4. So we got home in time to get in the wood, chop wood, and the boys went with Mama to burn cactus for the cows a lot while I kept the kids. We had to haul water from Mr. Kelt’s, about 1/2 mile over there if we went around the road and under the railroad track to haul water.
When we needed water, Mama usually hauled it. We had 2 barrels so we had to haul quite often. On wash day usually got 2 loads. After about a year, Dadie and Abb Bundick dug us a tank right down in front of the house. It was about 1/2 mile over to the highway and was a little box-cart type house but was very warm. So it was just one room, but we had a cellar that Claude and Wayne had a big bed in and I had a half bed I slept in. Abb stayed with us a lot and he slept with Claude and Wayne. I wasn’t scared when he was there, but I was scared of snakes because we did kill several snakes down in the cellar.
Seemed like that was a hard winter, lots of snow and cold. I remember thinking we’d freeze to death before we got to school and it was sure nice when someone came along and gave us a ride.
Dadie got a job on a ranch and came home about one time a month. Always seemed like ages to us. If Dadie came in after night he rode a horse and always whistled. One night we heard someone whistling and he came closer and closer and we would holler Dadie, is that you? Mama made us hush and get in the house, shut the windows and door because she knew by the whistle it wasn’t Dadie. But we didn’t realize that.
Anyway, it was a man on the highway stopped to spend the night. Said he was hungry if we had a little something to eat. So Mama had cooked a pot of stew for supper and gave him a bowl and he said he had a friend with him if she would give him a bowl to take him, so she did. Claude went over to the road the next morning and got the dishes. Said he sure didn’t see anyone else.
Our cows had to drink outa Uncle Ray’s tank. So Claude had a real pretty calf, named Snow Deer, had a white face and white streak all the way down her back. Well, Uncle Ray’s tank was dry, he dug a well out in the middle of his tank and it rained and filled the tank again. So old Snow Deer was a nice heifer expecting a calf. When she didn’t come in, we had walked the place over looking for her. Mama asked Uncle Ray if she was stuck in his tank. He said “H” no!! So the next day, Mama went and looked. She had waded out and slipped down in the well and drowned.
Dadie was working on our tank so we soon had a tank so when it rained then we had water for our stock and to wash, etc…I remember hearing the frogs croak after rain and how the tadpoles would be thick in the water. We’d catch them and squash their insides out at each other. (Ugh! Entertainment in the 20s, I guess!) Wayne and I would get us a tin can each full of tadpoles and get on the seesaw and as we went up and the other went down, we’d squirt them with tadpole guts. I don’t know what the art of the game was—to dodge the guts while you was going down and get a tadpole outa the can ready to squirt the other one. I guess because those are pretty slick and you do good to hold them.
Fat and Timer were so cute. Aunt Minnie mad them a jumper double where they faced each other, and swung from the ceiling, with a little tray between for their toys, to fight over. Someone gave them some little tin fiddles for Christmas. So they banged each other over the head with their fiddles.
We had a tank clost to the house and all the water we needed except to drink and cook with. It was sure nice, cause we had plenty of diapers to wash. We hauled 2 barrels a week to drink and cook with, best I can remember.
We walked to school that year and was lots of very cold mornings with snow and ice but we bundled up and sent off anyway. Our teacher came right by the house to go home when school to go home when school started and we rode with her some. Until she got on to Wayne, then Mama and her had a fuss. Then she went 4 or 5 miles out of her way to go home and go around us. We never got to ride with her anymore.
Uncle Ray’s kids went through the pastures and rode horses. I used to feel sorry for their horses, tied up out on the school ground all day. But they never seemed to mind. There was some more kids lived about a mile over the mountain, that walked the same trail that Mary C., Raymond, and Ward come in on. Their name was Gravelee and they were nasty mouthed and mean, always picking on someone.
The most I remember was when we got home of evening and Mama had hot light bread cooked and butter. We had 2 or 3 cows now and lots of cream and butter. Aunt Minnie and them lived in the old Lee house that we lived in when I got married. So Evelyn went to school some when she wanted to. I think she went until the 4th grade, married when she was 13. Anyway, we enjoyed walking home with her when she was there.
Seems like every spare minute that year, if it was warm enough, we would make adobes, as later Mama built a chicken house out of them; it was warm. Mama started out by digging up a few shovels full of dirt and putting some weeds in it and since we had a tank now with water in it, we’d carry buckets and buckets of water and pour in and tromp in it with our bare feet til it was all mixed up.
Then we’d put it out in little oblong frames and press it in and smooth it off and let it sit about an hour. Mama would run a knife all the way around it and lifted the frame off and we had more ready to pour in and leave them lay and dry out 2 or 3 days. Then they’d stack them up real neat until we got enough to build a chicken house outa them.
“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