FLOYD BUSHNELL BUSH
Told by Rachel Bradbury Strame
After teaching two years at Long Prairie School, I did not
get another teaching assignment. I stayed with the Cooks, and while reading
the Lincoln County Leader,
I saw an ad seeking a woman to help on a farm. The pay was $25 per month,
not much but better than nothing. The job was at the Bush Davis farm on the
road from Toledo to Yaquina. It is called Hidden Valley Road now and it ends
at the old Davis farm, now owned by Phil Larson, a surveyor.
This was during World War I and they were building the big spruce mill in
Toledo. There was an army camp there and Davis sold them milk from his 30
or 40 milk cows. Bushs father, M.M. Davis, was there part of the time.
There were three children, Floyd (7), Nancy [Mary] (5) and Harold (3). I
got up with the children, cooked their breakfast and helped them get dressed.
Then Frances (Mrs. Davis) and the men ate when the milking was done. After
breakfast, Bush loaded 50 or more gallons of milk and took
it to the army camp. It was taken by boat on Mill
4 Slough and on to Toledo.
Some of the young men from the soldiers camp in Yaquina were invited
to dinner at the farm on Sundays. They were from the New England states and
had been sent to log spruce timber. These young men knew nothing about logging.
One of the soldiers, Bob, was a railroad engineer who had a wife back east
who was a show girl. Another, Joe Glode, was very special to me. I still
have a picture of him that he gave me.
One night Bush and Frances were gone and I had to do the chores. There was
a special dance that night and the boys had asked me to go. I told them,
I have to do the chores that night, but they agreed to help me
if I would go. So when the car came after me there were three or four boys
I dont remember much
about it except I danced with Joe, Bob and Freddie. I did not know Fred very
well and when Joe walked me to the door when we got home the other boys were
kidding him about kissing me goodnight. I always wondered what happened to
them after the war was over.
One night Bush and
to go to a dance in Toledo (or maybe Newport) so I
was to look
after the children while they were gone. Everything went
fine, I got them all to bed and was
in bed sound asleep myself. Suddenly, I was awake. The lights
were on and the doors were
open, but no one was there. I checked the children
and they were all right. I could not under- stand
what had happened, but in a short time Bush came back. That explained the
mystery of the lights and open doors. They had forgotten some letters they
meant to take to the post of- fice, so they stopped on their way home
and picked them up
and mailed them at
When I showed them Francess pistol I had in the pocket of my robe,
Bush showed me how to shoot it. He said he felt his children would always
be safe with me.
I saw them again years later when
they came and camped on Zenas Copelands place for
two or three weeks while on vacation from California.
They were retired by then and
my husband and I owned a
big ranch and cattle.