Oh Brothers....

I asked Venna (Chadburn) Petersen to share some memories with me. This was a little while ago, I think something came up and I forgot to post this. But actually, I think it fits in nicely this time of year....

Here is the conversation via Facebook:

Me:  Aunt Venna, I was thinking about house in Veyo and the big bedroom. Just wondering if there are stories about trying to get all the kids to sleep at night. I would assume many shared a room?

Venna:  Well there was three bedrooms with a parlor. Later in life the Parlor became a fourth bedroom. The rooms were very cold with many blankets piled on top. No heat in any of them. So you got in bed fast in the winter, got your spot warm and stayed put. Sometimes even covering your head up. You could blow your breath into the air and it would cause steam it was so cold.

In the Summer months in the old Granery their were two beds and the boys would sleep out there when it was warm.Mother always made alot of quilts to keep us warm. Sometimes she woulf fix a hot water bottle, Or heat an old iorn on the stove and wrap a towel around and put in the bed to warm it a little bit. Very rarely did you ever have a bed alone. The boys would come in take you from the warm bed and put you in a cold one, when mother found out they were in trouble.

After I was the last at home then I had my own bedroom. It was a cold old farm house, with just the heat in the kitchen.
Hope this helps you some.

Me: brothers! :) Thank's that was a great help!

Loved this story/memory :) Thanks Aunt Venna!
(I photo napped this picture from FB- hope you don't mind :) [picture added March 2013]

Deer Hunt

This picture is of Grandma Eardley (Virginia) Russell Eardley, Chad Bunker (my brother) and myself, Jeanne Bunker (Miller). I have a vague recollection of this day, but I couldn't really tell you anything about it. I am going to guess I was about 5, but I am not sure. So lets say ait might have been taken about 1980-ish. I also know that we were camping at the "Deer Camp" with the "cook shack". It was up the high, scary, dirt road I always prayed we would not fall off of after we locked in the hub caps to put the truck in 4 wheel drive, but still it got a little swervey and I hated it!

I remember the people from California had their buildings there too, and the guy I remember most from CA. was the one who wore classic converse and kind of looked like an old version of John Denver. And of course the willow tree, the out house (not my favorite building) behind the place Grandpa Eardley's horse Speck stayed. The pretty part of the creek (crick) that was close to the road and you drove over it if you went down the hill. I remember sitting around the barrel with the fire some nights looking at the moon and stars after everyone went to bed, but decided that it got kind of creepy when I was all alone, so I turned on my flashlight to walk up to our tent trailer (my favorite trailer I think).

I remember when Russ accidentally shot his brother Kyle in the head with his b.b. gun. Coloring on the table in the cook shack. The kids helping wash and dry dishes with dish towels that were soaked before everything was dry. St. George Enchillada night (my favorite) and washing our hands in the enamel bowl before we ate. I also got my first tick on one of those campouts, and tripped on some cactus one day when we went to look for someone's deer. Then Russell and I went driving on the three wheeler looking for chaparral so my mom could soak it in water and put it on my leg with a cloth because it was really sore and not all of the cactus would come out for a bit.

Those are just some random memories I have. Maybe some time I will find more pictures that will stir up some more. Oh, I forgot Bud and Denise and how she always roasted pine nuts. I also found out on one of those occasions that Grandma Eardley used to chew pine sap like gum when she was a kid. I thought I much preferred Juicy Fruit.

Happy Fall!