Dorothy and Elbert Foster
at Grandmother Dean's Grave
Uncle Dunie and I would get Charlie, the hound, and go hunting skunks. By separating the strands of barbed wire at the end, we could make the wire so we could twist it down a hole and entangle the skunk and drag him out. Charlie would jump on the skunk and finish him off. But Charlie would always get sprayed and stink so bad that he'd get sick. But after a bit, we'd say, "Charlie, want to go skunk hunting?" And off Charlie would go to hunt another skunk.
We had strict warnings not to ride the calves. But in the barn, Uncle Dunie set me on a calf, it bucked hard, and I flew into the side of the barn and got a splinter in my arm so big we had to go to the house, fess up, and get help with removing the splinter. We got in lots of trouble over riding the calf. (recollections by Elbert Foster, oldest grandchild, 6 years younger than Elbert, Jr.)
Another skunk tale: "Dad told of twisting out skunks. One time he had bought a new Merkel football jacket and laid it down because he got so warm twisting a skunk. When he pulled the skunk out, he dragged it right over his new jacket. Could never get the odor out." (recalled by Mom, Janna Hey Dean)
