Interview About Grandpa
Contributor: dmullinnix Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
My grandfather, on my mom’s side, is named Tex Kline Bradford. He was born in Blanding, Utah to Sylvester and Thora Bradford. He loved ice cream, but later became diabetic. He loved my grandmas breaded steak and liked eating crackers in milk. The way he met my grandma was when she was renting a room from one of grandpas aunts. After grandpas divorce from his first wife, he went over to his aunts with a friend, and his aunt called to my grandma and said “Luelma, there's someone I want you meet!” Grandpa’s friend said "one of us should marry that girl", and grandpa did. He lost his job at one point in his life, forcing my grandma to go back to work. Later, he worked at Kenecott Copper Mine as a foreman. Each Christmas, they had their family Christmas program. Each member in the family played a part in reenacting Christ’s birth. Each Christmas Eve, they opened one gift (usually an exchanged gift). Everyone slept downstairs Christmas Eve, and came upstairs in the morning oldest to youngest. They usually had a party Christmas day with the Howell family (next door neighbors) and had dinner with them. Sometimes during the summer, they had homemade root beer, sleep outside, and grandma would make rolls and Sister Howell made sloppy joes. Growing up, my mom remembers their house as a “little yellow brick home on a dead end street in the best neighborhood ever”. Grandpa loved taking the family camping. They often went on trips to Canada, or up on a mountain to a Brodrick family reunion campout. One time they went camping in Yellowstone when a bear got into their box of food and “ate their biscuits!” Grandpa always thought religion to be very important. He stressed the importance in working hard, being responsible in church callings, and doing your best. Grandpa was involved in WWII near the end. He was in Italy, and had a job guarding German prisoners of war. Grandpa was known for his love for his family (which was always very important to him), his testimony of the gospel, hard work, honesty, and trust. For better or worse, grandpa was also known for his colorful language (although this stopped once he was bed-ridden). He also had a temper, yet he was fiercely protective of wife and family (his kids did NOT mouth off to their mother). Grandpa loved dogs. All of his life he had dogs, usually medium sized. His favorites were my mom’s dog Twinkie, and his dog Chubby Checkers. The thing that finally killed my grandpa was pneumonia, although he had been suffering from diabetes and Parkinson's disease before he died. The night before he died, my mom went over to visit them. She remembers my grandpa asking about all the grandkids (he worried that they were ok) and told my mom how much he loved her.