Tammy Williams 01-17-2004 E-mail from cousin Reka Clowers: Regarding family stories, I don't really know many. I do recall a few stories that Great Grandpa Berry Baker told me about his youth. One was about a time when his family was relocating. Grandpa Baker said he couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 and they were traveling by wagon train. He said he had made friends with a couple of boys about his same age they were suppose to gather fire wood as the train rolled during the day. They would gather what they could find and each would throw it into a designated section on his family's wagon. Depending on the terrain, they might have to go a little ways out from the wagons and then run to catch up. One day the boys got to playing and not paying attention and all of a sudden there was this Indian on horseback in front of them. Grandpa said the Indian spoke English as well as anyone and he asked the boys weren't they a little farther away from the wagons than they were supposed to be. Grandpa said the three of them looked around and couldn't see anything of the train, not even a little dark spec. The youngest boy started to cry and all three of them thought they were going to be scalped. Grandpa said "this big Indian" slid off his horse and squatted down so that he was eye level with the little boy who was crying and reassured him that everything was going to be ok and that he knew where the wagon train was and he would take all of them back. He then put all three boys on the back of his horse and walked beside them as he lead the horse to the wagon train. By the time they got back, it was near dusk and too dangerous for them to go search for firewood. Since the boys had been playing, there was no firewood to cook with that night so their families had to eat jerky and drink water for supper. The Indian ate a good hot stew with the wagon master, and left in the morning when the train left out at sunrise following breakfast. The boys and their families also got jerky and water for breakfast and lunch because there were no leftovers from the previous night's supper or that morning's breakfast. Supper usually consisted of hot coffee, a good hot stew made either with some jerky, a rabbit, squirrel or some other small animal or beans (for an extra special treat a few small chunks of salt pork might be in the beans), adding some greens and roots picked by the females they walked and tasty hot cornbread. For breakfast, they usually had hot coffee, lard fried flapjacks, maybe some molasses, and maybe some fried salt pork or if they had some left over cornbread from supper the kids had that mixed with hot water and a little molasses--a sort of hot cereal dish. Or on a real special occasion, the kids might have some freshly made cornmeal mush with a little molasses for breakfast. Lunch usually consisted of cold flapjacks leftover from that mornings' breakfast with either jerky or cold beans, providing the beans had been meatless the night before, and water to drink. Grandpa said he and his two friends never again lost sight of the wagons or played instead of gathering firewood for a number of reasons. Among the reasons were; one, for a growing, active little boy jerky and water is not enough, especially when that little boy could smell the food cooking at the other wagons. Another reason was, the boys had let their families down - everybody in the family went hungry because they had neglected their chore. But primarily, meeting up with that Indian had scared the daylights out of them.
Mar 17, 2004 · posted to the surname Baker
Tammy Williams Charles Henry Lewis is the son of John Charles Lewis and Sarah Jane Elledge.
Jan 11, 2005 · posted to the photo Charles Lewis and Chuck Jr.