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’d moved from the country. Out there most kids by 12 were driving around on their farms… driving tractors, for sure, and even cars. I did. So did my older sister. Farmers needed help from kids big enough to drive a tractor. Being ‘big enough’ was defined as: can your feet reach the pedals? Wood booster … More The Driver’s License
“We’re going on a field trip,” our teacher told us just before classes should have started. His announcement would lead to quite an adventure before that day was over. We were excited . . . none of us had done much schoolwork anyway since early May. We were happy to escape from our one-room country … More The Wild Man
Most backyard treehouses occupy one tree. We were lucky. Four trees supported our three-story achievement. Sadly, its brief life ended with a thud. We lived on a wilderness farm. Our cow pasture was dotted with clumps of aspen. One of these became home for our treehouse. It started as a platform about 10 feet off … More Our Treehouse Was A Knockout!