Family Group Sheet
Family Group Sheet
NameBernadine Marie Goodfellow
Birth23 Jun 1909, Ashland, Saunders Co., NE, USA
Death21 Dec 1997, Greeley, Weld Co., CO, USA Age: 88
FatherJames Goodfellow (1886-1933)
Marriage1933
Children
1 MLeeper
Notes for Bernadine Marie Goodfellow
Hulda says that Bernadine was a manipulative, sneaky sort of person. She had trouble with her parents and hated being out at the ranch. After 8th grade Clara's sister Wilma offered to have her come to Ashland and live with her family and go to high school. After the first term Wilma got in touch with Clara and Jim and asked that they send money down to pay for Bernadines fare back home because Bernadine wouldn't go to school and they couldn't keep up with her. Bernadine came back to the ranch.
When Bernadine was about three years old she was shot thru the neck with either a shot gun or a rifle. She was very seriously wounded and had neck, back and leg problems for the rest of her life. Hulda had heard two stories about how it happened. Bernadine said the shot came thru the wall and hit her. Others said that the guns were leaned up against a wall and some how fell over and went off and hit her. Either way she had to deal with many problems from this for the rest of her life.
When Bernadine was about 20 she told Clara she was going over to Uncle Ralph's and stay overnight with her cousin Belva. The next day Clara called over and asked Belva to send Bernadine home because she was needed for something. Belva told Clara that she had no idea where Bernadine was but they found out quickly that she'd run off and got married to a young fellow name Roy Leaper who worked for the Goodfellow's from time to time and was the son of Tom Leaper. The Leapers were fine people.The newly weds moved to another issolated ranch and Bernadine was soon moaning about how much she hated being stuck out in the middle of nowhere on a miserable ranch.
In conversation with Hulda on 27 March, 2007, (by phone, with me in Salt Lake City and her at her home in Anchorage, Alaska); she told me another Bernadine story. Somehow Bernadine had gotten a bunch of the old phonograph records and came to the conclusion one day that she didn't want them anymore. She put them in a wheelbarrow and wheeled them down behind a straw structure that was merely bundles of straw stacked around posts that was used to store hay or straw. She got some straw and started burning the records, mixed with the straw. Jim and Clara were working in the fields and all they saw was a column of smoke rising from the straw shelter and t hought it was on fire. This would have been a big loss to them since it had valuable feed or something inside and they ran in from the fields to see if they could put out the fire. Of course there was no real fire, just careless and indiferent Bernadine and one of her stunts.
When Bernadine was about three years old she was shot thru the neck with either a shot gun or a rifle. She was very seriously wounded and had neck, back and leg problems for the rest of her life. Hulda had heard two stories about how it happened. Bernadine said the shot came thru the wall and hit her. Others said that the guns were leaned up against a wall and some how fell over and went off and hit her. Either way she had to deal with many problems from this for the rest of her life.
When Bernadine was about 20 she told Clara she was going over to Uncle Ralph's and stay overnight with her cousin Belva. The next day Clara called over and asked Belva to send Bernadine home because she was needed for something. Belva told Clara that she had no idea where Bernadine was but they found out quickly that she'd run off and got married to a young fellow name Roy Leaper who worked for the Goodfellow's from time to time and was the son of Tom Leaper. The Leapers were fine people.The newly weds moved to another issolated ranch and Bernadine was soon moaning about how much she hated being stuck out in the middle of nowhere on a miserable ranch.
In conversation with Hulda on 27 March, 2007, (by phone, with me in Salt Lake City and her at her home in Anchorage, Alaska); she told me another Bernadine story. Somehow Bernadine had gotten a bunch of the old phonograph records and came to the conclusion one day that she didn't want them anymore. She put them in a wheelbarrow and wheeled them down behind a straw structure that was merely bundles of straw stacked around posts that was used to store hay or straw. She got some straw and started burning the records, mixed with the straw. Jim and Clara were working in the fields and all they saw was a column of smoke rising from the straw shelter and t hought it was on fire. This would have been a big loss to them since it had valuable feed or something inside and they ran in from the fields to see if they could put out the fire. Of course there was no real fire, just careless and indiferent Bernadine and one of her stunts.