Some of my favorite memories are of my grandmother. She lived in a three room house with no running water and no gas. The
whole house was heated by two wood stoves, one in the kitchen for cooking and one in the main room to heat the house. We had to go to the well house to
"draw" water from the well and carry it in to the house. There were always two buckets of water in the kitchen, one for drinking water and one for
washing water. We would have to heat water on the cookstove to fill the wash tub to take baths. I remember when my dad built grandma a two-seat outhouse.
She really thought she was up-town then. My grandpa did some trapping during the depression to help feed his 15 children. He also raised foxhounds. I
remember when I was very young, he took me on a 'coon hunt. After dark, a few of the old men in the area brought their hounds over and we went into the
woods. They built a nice fire and let the hounds loose. I still remember hearing the dogs baying deep in the woods. The old fellows would tell stories of
the old days and all the folks they had met and how times were changing. I still think of that every time we have a bonfire. It's funny how the mind
stores those things and what triggers the memories. By the way, I'm not ancient, I'm only 53 so it hasn't been that long ago that folks still
lived that way. Too bad our children won't have memories like that.