I've noticed a lot of posts the past few days about neighbors helping, deer hunters, etc. etc. etc.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to where I was raised and re-create what we had back then, but that isn't life.
But it does seem like all progress is not forward.
I grew up in a foursquare bungalow with a full front porch and back porch in NE Arkansas.
We had a smokehouse, henhouse, garage, barn, large garden, 160 acres to farm.
Two John Deeres, a B and a G, a 1-1/2 ton farm truck, and a couple of trailers for cotton-picking.
Large trees for good shade all around the house, fed scraps to the dog,
and enjoyed a lot of simple things in life,
like going to pick fresh peaches and raspberries.
We saw most of our close-by neighbors during the course of a week,
and the local repair shop was the hub for the men in the community.
From Garrison Keillor "leaving home":
One more time that dance together, Just you and I now, don't be shy.
This time I know I'd hear the music If I could hold you one more time".
MikeS in NY.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to where I was raised and re-create what we had back then, but that isn't life.
But it does seem like all progress is not forward.
I grew up in a foursquare bungalow with a full front porch and back porch in NE Arkansas.
We had a smokehouse, henhouse, garage, barn, large garden, 160 acres to farm.
Two John Deeres, a B and a G, a 1-1/2 ton farm truck, and a couple of trailers for cotton-picking.
Large trees for good shade all around the house, fed scraps to the dog,
and enjoyed a lot of simple things in life,
like going to pick fresh peaches and raspberries.
We saw most of our close-by neighbors during the course of a week,
and the local repair shop was the hub for the men in the community.
From Garrison Keillor "leaving home":
One more time that dance together, Just you and I now, don't be shy.
This time I know I'd hear the music If I could hold you one more time".
MikeS in NY.