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I loved those books, stories about the "olden days", men and women carving a life out of forest and rock, combating marauding bears, ornery cows, bitter weather, fear and doubt, to build the life they dream of. I was, and still am, amazed how they tackled chores like laundry and meal preparation without the aid of modern conveniences like automatic washing machines and microwaves, sacrificing sleep, digits, and in some cases, lives, to put up hay, protect and feed livestock, build log homes and outbuildings with axe, chisel, and blind determination. Men and women undaunted by the cold, isolation, and sheer scope of the work necessary to make their vision reality; men and women forced to cooperate, support, and nurture each other to improve their odds of surviving blizzards, droughts, lean times and loneliness. Team work. Pride. Togetherness. Trust.
Love.
My grandparents built their ranch during the same time-period Richard P. Hobson Jr. writes about in his stories. His stories are their stories. Their stories are mine. Amazing times, incredible people; lives relived, love renewed, through story.
What childhood stories resonate with you? What makes them special? Please share in the comments.
Take care,
Deborah
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