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Memories of Grandpa and Grandma Jungas

by Frank Jungas

Part 4

I remember that out in Grandpa's garden, Grandma always kept hives of bees and so at a certain time we had to go and get the honey out of them. We'd dress up in different clothes and then we had a smoker where you lit some rags for it and then you'd pump it and throw it into the hive box. The bees didn't like that, so that's the way we'd get the honey out. We'd get some really good honey, but I always got stung about four or five times. Grandma was very good about pulling out the stingers so it would heal up fast. I sure enjoyed being up there by Grandma because there were some wonderful people up there--the Pankratz girls that she took to raise, and Anna. We got along real good.

I suppose I could say a little more about working in the store. I got to really know people that way--some of them were braggers and different things. Grandpa had handle racks for selling hay handles and mower handles, and he taught me how to pick out a handle and he showed me that the grain should run along straight and there shouldn't be any knots there or blemishes in the handle at all. So I thought I got to know that pretty well and this person from Bingham Lake came in, and he was always a "know-how"---always knew everything, you know--and so he said he wanted a hay handle. So we went over to where we kept them and I checked them over and pulled out what I thought was a really good handle. It had a good straight grain and no blemishes, and he looked at it and he said, "You couldn't even GIVE that to me." So then we went going and I kept pulling out more handles and showing them, and he'd give them back to me. Then finally I pulled out the first one that I'd showed him and he said, "Boy, this is the handle I want." So you can see that I learned my lesson awful fast about how there are a lot of different people and how they act in different ways.

I watched them when they dug the basement for the store and it was all dug by hand and it was put into some wagons that were made especially for dumping dirt. I used to watch them, and it was really wet down there at that time so they had planks down there for the wagon to run on and then they had to pull it out with horses. One time one of the wagon wheels got off of the plank and this big strong person from out east of town (they called it Dreischwitz) he'd always done a lot of digging so he just backed up to it, lifted up the wagon by the wheel there and put it right back on the plank. Boy, I tell you, I was really shocked that he was that strong, but he was.

One thing I want to say about my Dad. He was a great blessing to me. He told me, "Frank, every road has two ditches and you can be off in one as far as the other one---as bad as the other one." So I took that to heart and kind of focused my life along with what Grandpa had taught me about compromising.


Frank and Helen

The End

(Thanks, Frank, for adding these neat memories to our family web page.)