A Tribute to Joseph & Emiline
Bracewell
By:  Ruby Bracewell Dooley
June 5, 1960
Mt. Pleasant Church
 A sketch from memory of the
lives of Grandfather and Grandmother Bracewell, whose
descendants, with their friends, constitute this reunion;
the purple of which is to remember and renew the ties and
relationships of the family.
 In the latter part of the
nineteenth century the parents and grandparents of this
family, among other immigrants, landed in Texas from
Alabama; after which must have been an arduous and
apprehensive journey, considering the mode of
transportation and the many inconveniences they must have
borne.
 Other than two years spent
near Anderson, the county seat of Grimes County, they
settled permanently three miles east of what became the
town of Bedias on a site that had once been an Indian
village. Though by this time it was the home of earlier
settlers and contained a post office and general store.
 The location they chose was
near a small community of Texans but in a virgin forest
on the outer edge of the settlement. Here Grandfather and
Grandmother Bracewell set out to build a home for their
family. How well they succeeded is remembered by some of
us here today.
 Here in this new country,
unmarred by the hand of man, the progenitors of this
generation grew up, seven sons and two daughters; one son
and daughter having died in infancy.
 It would be interesting,
encouraging, and inspiring if we had some way of
reviewing the happenings connected with this pioneer
family because almost every aspect of family life is
different; so far removed from the quiet, peaceful
surroundings, the habitat of God's creatures undisturbed,
surviving on the elements provided by the architect of
nature.
 The great amount of labor
required to establish and improve a farm home in that era
is unimaginable in this mechanical age where hard manual
labor has been replaced by machines. Working from sun to
sun through heat and cold was indeed the order of the
day; which seemed necessary to get the innumerable things
done that must be done. To mention a few, the clearing
away of the timber and brush in order to have a place to
build, the assembling of the material that had to be
hauled many miles over unimproved roads by mule or ox
teams. To provide drinking water cisterns were dug,
walled, arched, and cemented which required a great deal
of time, patience and hard work. This information was
handed down the following generation by word of mouth.
 My earliest recollection of
this homestead and its occupants is that it was perfect.
It was an ideal place to play and explore, with plum,
apple and peach orchards, huge fig trees, and had
besides, a hayloft that was filled with peanuts.
Memorable too was the plentiful supply of sweet juicy
watermelons pulled in the cool of the morning and stored
in the shade.
 Grandfather was a frail man,
physically; who suffered a great deal with asthma and
never participated in strenuous activities to my
knowledge. I don't remember that he ever went fishing,
squirrel or bee-tree hunting that some of his sons,
including my father, practiced with great zest and
satisfaction.
 He was faithful in his
religious convictions, and took an active part in the
affairs of his church. He and Grandmother traveled to
distant communities to attend various meetings connected
with their church which at that time must have been a
great sacrifice for people of their age. Sometimes it
required several hours to make the drive.
 When special meetings were
held at his church they entertained a houseful of guests
without being ruffled or upset. Grandmother was up early
to prepare breakfast for all of them. After getting them
fed and out of the way she would prepare lunch to carry
to the church. What stamina and determination these
faithful ancestors of ours possessed, along with a
peculiar ability and tact for getting things done without
becoming nervous and frustrated.
 Back in those days the whole
family could and would help. Everyone had a task to
perform at the proper time, and without urging or
reminding, were up and stirring. Without cooperation and
mutual assistance it would have been impossible to have
engaged in the activities this family did.
 I would like to say here, as
most of his progeny surviving are great and great-great
grandchildren who never knew him, that he was one of the
most esteemed, honest, and conscientious citizens of his
community. I was around him a great deal of the time as I
grew up, and never do I remember seeing him angry or
impatient. I recall my mother saying many times that he
was the best natured person she had ever known.
 Time will not permit relating
the many incidents and happenings connected with the home
and lives of our grandparents. However, they are
cherished memories, and I thank God for them.
 To my mind Grandmother was a
source of knowledge and understanding, exercising great
patience with her children and grandchildren. Undisturbed
by emergencies and completely without fear she was a
bulwark of comfort and satisfaction to anyone in trouble,
especially in cases of serious illness. She had an
abundance of experience, was capable and willing to use
it for the benefit of the suffering.
 She believed in and practiced
discipline, would not tolerate misbehavior or disrespect
from the swarm of grandchildren who frequently played all
over the place.
 The burden and hardship
entailed in the rearing of a big family in those pioneer
years, in the wilderness of a new country where modern
conveniences were unknown, required stamina, industry,
intelligence, and the fear of God to constantly live in a
way that expressed the importance of high moral standards
in order that their offspring might appreciate the value
of good citizenship; a legacy to be prized above riches
that perish with the using.
 The moral and spiritual
ideals we have received from our grandparents, which they
in turn received from theirs, is indeed a heritage to be
cherished and nourished by practice and application.
 As I scan the past there are
so many things, little things, simple things, that were
not appreciated by my youthful and inexperienced mind.
They have been brought to mind, as the years passed, in
time of stress and difficulty, in the uncertainties and
insecurities of this life. What I would have given for a
few words of encouragement and assurance such as our
forebears could have given from their wealth of wisdom
and experience.
 I have written this from
memory and no doubt it contains some mistakes. I have
only tried to portray the lives and characteristics of
our grandparents as I remember them. However, I am aware
of the fact that I have not expressed and cannot express
the reverence and credit due them.
About
the Author:
 Ruby Dooley
was the First Child of Barto and Fannie (Shanks)
Bracewell, First Grandchild of Joseph Marion and
Emiline Bracewell Born Ruby Estella Bracewell October
13, 1883
 Cousin Ruby was almost 23
years of age when Joseph Marian passed away and 42
when Grandmother Emiline died. She had the wisdom at
age 76 to realize that she alone held memories of
Joseph Marion and Emiline as they lived. She set
these memories down for her children, who have been
kind enough to contribute her writings to the Reunion
collection. A little over two years after delivering
this tribute. Cousin Ruby passed away on December 10,
1962, leaving us only memories of her as well.
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