Our wilderness farm was a fabulous place to grow up. No one told us we were poor. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. We spent most of our waking hours outside when not in school, playing or doing chores. We’d go inside, reluctantly, for meals and at night, or when it was raining in summer or too cold … More What Was It Like, Grandpa?
We didn’t have electricity or phone service on our wilderness farm. Nor did we have sewer, or even a septic tank. We did have running water . . . only in summer. The running water made Mom’s life much easier. That’s why Dad did it. He rigged up an enormous galvanized tank outside our house. … More The Bath