|Birth: ||Jun. 4, 1882|
|Death: ||Apr. 4, 1940|
The following are transcribed "memories from my mother," typed up as fast as my fingers can go, by Gray Carpenter Church, May 24, 2006.
My Mama's father was a registered pharmacist. I'd like to have copies of some of the photos my brother Steve has of Granddaddy Bradsher's drug stores.
He had one in Little Rock--they lost that in the Depression--so they moved to Keiser, Arkansas. He went from a house with plumbing and all that to a house without plumbing in Keiser. You had to bathe in a galvanized steel tub on the porch. My Daddy went down there and plumbed water from the well so they could have running water in the house. Daddy was handy. He could do just about anything. He was mechanically inclined. So was my grandfather Papa.
They had great big pecan trees in the backyard. They lived there for a short time and then they moved to a house that had plumbing--just a regular house. That's where they lived when he died. He was in his late 50's when he died. He died of a heart attack. We went to the funeral. I was in the first or second grade.
I remember I went into his drug store-I was in first or second grade-and there was a greenish plaid thing you carried your books in. I fell in love with it. My mother said, "You can't ask for things like that," and he heard it and gave it to me. I loved it.
In Keiser, they didn't have a movie house. They had a building that they threw movies up on the side. People would sit on the street and watch movies. I don't think you had to pay--they just showed the movie up against the building.
I remember they took me into the store one day-the store where they showed the movies-to buy shoes. They had some red tennis shoes and I fell in love with them. So every shoe they put on my foot hurt--except those red tennis shoes! I just loved them and I said to myself, "I'm going to get these red tennis shoes." And I got em!
Right down from where Granddaddy's drugstore was there was a laundry run by Chinamen. They took me down there to introduce me to the Chinamen. They had pigtails-you know, just one long one running down their back. They were very nice and friendly.
There was a dog that bit me--a German Shepherd. Bit me on the face. So it had to be quarantined. The dog was a stray and my uncle Joe had to take care of the dog. They became very good friends. I was just putting my face down in his face and saying "Doggie" to him--they said I wasn't doing anything wrong to him--but he was just a stray and hadn't been fed, I guess, and I must have scared him. The doctor wanted to put some kind on cream on my face that would have eaten a great big hole and Daddy wouldn't let him. They didn't want me to be disfigured from that cream.
And that's when Daddy and I were in that big wreak. We were in the car headed to Oceola and there was a big truck barreling down the highway. He hit us and just wreaked that car. I remember hearing them say, "Don't bother with him, he's dead. [N.B. He survived.] Get the little girl. She's alive." And that's how I got that scar on my head right here. I can't remember if they sewed it or clamped it. I was just a little bitty thing--just four or five-maybe not even that old.
And I remember every time I went down there, Mother Keiser would have gingerbread men with little raisins going down the front. That was in the new house. We slept on featherbeds there. They didn't live in the old house very long--they just rented that house.
There was a sawmill around there and I remember that bad odor. People were so poor back then--that was the Depression. There was a man who lived in a shack. He had crates for furniture and Ruth and Joe and I were over there. I remember being scared to death--they had chickens. Ruth and Joe wanted me to pick one up. That's the last picture in the scrapbook you made for me--the picture of me holding a bantam rooster. They wanted me to hold one and I was scared to death.
And the only other thing I remember of Keiser is going to the beauty shop with Mother Keiser. It would be hot and they had fans to cool off the beauty shop. They told me not to go near the fans and I didn't. Well, maybe I did one time. I remember the fan making a strange noise one time so maybe I did.
John Albert Bradsher (1856 - 1921)
Lousindia Ross Bradsher (1852 - 1934)
Arrena Miller Bradsher (1887 - 1969)
Emma Nell Bradsher Haws (1910 - 2003)*
Margaret Bradsher Gray (1916 - 1988)*
Joseph Amos Bradsher (1923 - 1955)*
Thomas J. Bradsher (1874 - 1892)*
Amos Pemberton Bradsher (1882 - 1940)
Dolley Bradsher (1886 - 1887)*
Harveys Chapel Cemetery
Maintained by: Gray Carpenter Church
Originally Created by: Sean Greene
Record added: Aug 04, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 74419358
Added: Dec. 22, 2012