Story Tellers is a new weekly feature hosted by Shannon at A Southern Belle with Northern Roots. I am using this weekly link party to transcribe an audio tape and tell the story that my grandfather recorded in the early 1980's a few years before his passing. If you missed Part 1, you can read it here.
Part 2 begins with my grandfather giving the history of his father, Francis Robert Bunker.
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His interests at the time were more or less concerned with working. After he left school, his father put him to work in the woods; he also worked in the shingle mill and was hired out to various farmers in the area. He left Franklin, Maine in 1912, I believe at the age of about 14, possibly 1911, I don’t recall exactly. Went to work in Concord, New Hampshire for his uncle (unintelligible) Phillips who owned a grocery store. He delivered groceries in the Concord Heights area, which was then known as the Concord Plains, to patrons of the store, he delivered by hose and wagon. The store was owned by his mother’s brother (unintelligible) Phillips who was in partnership with a man named Downing.
While he was in Concord, he became acquainted with my mother and began a courtship with her. For a short time he worked in Gardner, Massachusetts in a needle factory and while there he took instructions in the Catholic faith in order to marry my mother. At that time it was very difficult, if not impossible, for a Catholic person, man or women, to marry anyone outside of the Catholic faith. So when they decided to get married which occurred in May of 197…um..1917 he had been by that time converted to the Catholic faith. For a convert he was probably one of the best Catholics you could ask for, in his own way. He didn’t wear his religion on his sleeve so to speak but he obeyed all the laws as best he could, went to confession 2-3 times a year as I re call, and made sure all his children went to church faithfully.
Francis Robert Bunker, Maine, date unknown |
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I need to make a correction to last week's Story Teller, Part 1- because my grandfathers New England accent is so thick I often misspell words. The family name that I listed last week as 'Colonge' is really Coulombe.
Thank you for joining me for Story Tellers. If you would like to participate or read other stories just head over to A Southern Belle with Northern Roots to get the details. I hope you join me next week and until then keep an eye out for my Fall Favorite #3 coming later this week.
I need to make a correction to last week's Story Teller, Part 1- because my grandfathers New England accent is so thick I often misspell words. The family name that I listed last week as 'Colonge' is really Coulombe.
Thank you for joining me for Story Tellers. If you would like to participate or read other stories just head over to A Southern Belle with Northern Roots to get the details. I hope you join me next week and until then keep an eye out for my Fall Favorite #3 coming later this week.
Lots of wonderful things in your tape. Car inspector..hmmm cool. Lots of jobs, you have to admire a man who will do what it takes to support his family! Love the part of bringing the baby carriage to the park to play ball! Thanks so much for linking up!
ReplyDeleteI am loving the family histories being told on "Story Tellers"! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteHow lucky to have these memories!
ReplyDeleteFunny how he'd say "hobby" and then have to describe it as, "his interests you could say"...like having a hobby was such a luxury which in those days I guess it was. Not like today when our hobbies are limitless. Good to listen and reflect ;)
ReplyDeleteYour information about Mr. Bunker is such a treasure. I have so often thought while doing geneology listings, that it's so insulting to be limited to a name, and date of birth, and a date of death. Life is so rich and people go through so much, it is wonderful to have his story!
ReplyDeleteMan, it seemed so much simpler then. Atleast they were self-sufficient back then during the depression. If we get hit too much harder now we will all starve. That must have been a great time to be alive. I didn't think so just a few years ago, but then older I get... Well, now I want to go fishing, and plant a garden... Looking foward to the next installment.
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