Family Friday- June 7. Welcome to my family. Let’s take a trip down memory lane.
What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.” -Mother Teresa
**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- June 7: My Earliest Memories by Alda Bundick (Typed as written)
***Trigger Warning! Talk about loss of a child.
Dadie picked cotton all fall. For a while, he would get about 200 a day and got 45 cents per pound. So he barely bought a few groceries and never one crumb was thrown out either. When they dug the cellar for us some folks brought us a bunch of clothes and all that we couldn’t wear Mama made quilts out of. They also bought us some canned stuff, was sure good.
Wayne, Claude, and I were in school and we didn’t carry lunch much because there was nothing to take. Then one day they sent Claude, Wayne, and me up to Uncle Will’s and we were to stay until they sent for us and Aunt Sis went down there. I was 12 then and I didn’t know Mama was expecting. So the next morning they woke us up and said they had twin girls.
They were so tiny and they did fine the first few days, but it just so happened we was already coughing and we had whooping cough and they took it. It was so pitiful. They would turn blue and you just knew they had to be gone. When they was 12 days old, they put Mama in the hospital for 12 days. She had blood poison. They took her to Lubbock and she like to have died. She had just been home a few days before Marjorie died. All this time the babies were at Aunt Sis’s and Uncle Will’s. Her daughter Emma and Harold took care of them. They got so bad they took them to Lubbock and Marjorie died that night.
The rest of us kids stayed at Uncle Jack’s while Mama was there. Then when she came home, we went home. I did the cooking and taking care of kids with Dadie’s advice. But it kept me busy and I was pretty weak from the whooping cough myself. Then I had to stay out of school a lot to wash and wash on Saturday too. Claude always had to help me draw water and carry to the house and help keep the fire but I got to do the rest.
Mama was able to get up and walk a little by the time school was out. She did most of the cooking. She had gotten an old oil stove and it took a gallon of oil a day to cook for us. So one of the boys usually walked to the store every evening and got the oil can filled while we gathered cow chips for the heated.
The day after the baby died, they had the funeral at our house and some girls from my class came and sang. Mama was still in bed so they put the casket in the house on the table and after the preacher talked, everyone went in and saw her—as everyone had to stand in the yard. Then she was buried in Littlefield Cemetary. It was a few days before Margaret got to come home and she did real good.
Uncle Jack and Aunt Lila came by when school was out and took Mama with them to the program as I had a part and sang too. Then school was out and we didn’t have a lot to do but I still had the washing to do once a week. So I looked forward to that.
Aunt Sis and Uncle Will, Abb and Emma, Harold and 2 boys, and in June Emma had a little girl, named her Juanita. They all lived up on the hill in Abb’s house and we lived down on the draw below. Aunt Sis would walk down every evening after I washed. We usually washed the same day and she would say we washed 125 pieces today.
How many did you wash? She would ask. I would count everything, every sock separate and usually I would have 6 or 8 more then they done. And she would say, I don’t see how you do it and the clothes always look so white and clean. So I would try harder than ever to make them look good. Only thing, Claude would wear his underwear for 3 weeks and I couldn’t get them clean. I would beg Mama to make him change them more often. So one day when Dadie saw them when he brought them out and he changed every week from then on. I washed them clean a lot easier.
Of course, a lot of my clothes was Bug’s diapers. So after Juanita was born, they had more too. Then Bill and Carl and 2 more boys moved in with them and I couldn’t ever out do them. But after about a month, they left and Emma and them left 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