Where I Come From

It’s a good thing to remember where you came from, right?  As long as you don’t use it as an excuse for not doing what you should be doing.  Like someone who grows up poor and living in a shoebox thinking they aren’t good enough to own their own company (just an example…not the story of my life).

I remember where I came from.



No, I’m not kidding.

Actually, my family moved here when I was 14.  Everything before that doesn’t count.  This is where I’m from.

Here’s the rundown:

No electricity-dad put in the wiring and we used a generator for power.  Actually, about 9 generators.  They all broke down eventually.  We also had an inverter and 20 deep cycle batteries so when the genny was on, it charged the batteries that we used when it was off.  Worked quite nicely.  Never cared if the power went out.  That was either because the batteries were dead or the generator ran out of fuel.  Easy fix most of the time.  We ran the generator for 3-4 hours in the evenings when we used the most lights and watched movies.  No TV up there.

No water pressure-okay, we did have water.  Orange water from the creek.  It looked like iced tea in the spring and it foamed.  Yum.  Best tasting water I ever drank.  None of us ever got sick.  Gravity fed to the house in a one inch line.  Piddly showers.  Not that we had a shower anyway (that ones coming up…).  Barely ran a sprinkler.  The water froze up one winter and didn’t thaw until Easter Sunday.  We chopped holes in the creek to carry water to the animals.  [sarcasm on] Lots of fond memories there. [sarcasm off]

No fridge-we tried it all.  Submerging food in the creek.  Running water through a trough with crocks in it.  Old fashioned icebox.  Old propane fridge.  Avoiding foods that spoiled fast.  That last one seemed to work the best.  Of course, in the winter my brother’s room was the fridge and the porch was the freezer.  That worked pretty good too.  Obviously we didn’t have a freezer either (but our friends did!).

No furnace-the big wood cookstove kept that cabin nice and toasty unless it was 30 below and the wind found every crack in the place.  There were lots of cracks.  Then we sat in the loft to watch the (19 inch) tv waaaay down the corner of the living room (we knew all those movies by heart anyway).  With blankets wrapped around us.  My dad went down to stoke the fire once in a while.  The big stove had an airtight oven and a water reservoir on one end.

No hot water-in the summer.  There was no way we were going to start a fire in the stove in the middle of summer to heat some water.  Put a pot on the gas stove you lazy bum!  Then you can wash the dishes!  (yeah, no dishwasher either)  We took showers at friend’s houses and washed our hair in the sink with cold water.  Dad finally put in the plumbing for a shower around year 4 (we were there for 5.5 years), and installed a heater from an electric hot water tank in our (non-electric) tank.  Hallelujah!  We now had hot water in the summer…when the generator was on.

No air conditioning-no loss there.  We didn’t actually need it being so high up the mountain with cool breezes all summer and a log cabin.  Never had a tan when I lived there either.  Too cold for bikinis.  Hated having to sweat in town though.

No closets-not so bad back then when I only had one outfit.  The one “closet” we had was full of mom’s 80’s dresses anyway.

Now that you know what we didn’t have up there, I’ll let you think it was a horrible, primitive existence until my next post.

Okay, it was primitive.



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