The Bigham Family - Family Histories

     June 6, 1910, I was born to Lee and Willie Baugh (see Loving Harvey Baugh). They gave me the name Eula Marie. I attended Cleveland School all but my first vear, in which attended Trickham. We went to Cleveland Methodist Church. We all had to work hard, but had a wonderful home life.

     I met and married Clyde H. Bigham September 1, 1928, we and another couple met the minister, Mr. Warrener, who was also a mail carrier. He married us and Jay Williams and Edith Clark, on the Home Creek Bridge. Clyde H. was the son of Dessie Cupps and Jim Bigham (see John Lewis Cupps). When Clyde was 15 years old, his mother, brother Pervy, and he moved back to Coleman County, Red Bank Community in 1927. That was when I first met Clyde, and we were soon married. We moved into a little house on Papa's old farm, that most of my older brothers and sisters had lived in at one time. We lived there for 11 years. We had five children, four boys and a little girl. We named our first son James Harvey, born July 16, 1929. He was named for both of his grandpas, James Madison Stacy and Loving Harvey Baugh. Our second son, Donald Jerrel, was born May 30, 1931. Billie Wayne was born April 22, 1933. Jackie Lyn, born January 21, 1936, was named by my sister. Then came our little girl, La Recca, born February 14, 1948. CIyde named her, but always called her his Senreta.

     This all happened during the Great Depression, so we had a hard time. We worked for anyone that had a job for us. We worked at whatever they would pay or for whatever we could get, and we were glad to get it. After cotton picking was over, we would go to Stanton to my brother Edgar's place, and pull bolls there until the work was finished. In November 1941, we left Stanton, and moved to California. None of my children ever wanted to be farmers. California has been good to us, but we still have a very soft place in our hearts for Coleman County, especially Cleveland. The school, the church and the cemetery are about the only places left that my children and I knew. They started to school at Cleveland, just as I did, and went to our little church where I attended. Clyde died in 1975, and I went back to the Cleveland Community where I grew up. Five of my children were with me, and three daughters-in-law came to a family reunion at the church where I attended. We met so many of my old friends that I had as a school girl. We felt right at home again. I guess I'm still a Texan at heart; I still love my bonnet.