Living in the Redwoods
When I was very young, we lived in the redwoods of California. My dad worked in the lumber industry as a tree-topper. Our house was in a small valley with only seven other families. We had no indoor plumbing, electricity or water. The outhouse was, of course, away from the house. The water was a pump in the back yard that didn't always work, so my mother would take a bucket to the little stream a short distance from the house and fill it so she had water to cook with and for us to bathe in. Our lighting was by kerosene lamp and there was a cast-iron fireplace in the front room and a big wood-burning stove in the kitchen. My mother had to set her iron on the stove to heat up so she could iron our clothes. We had no TV and no radio. I learned to roller skate on the wooden porch that went all around the house. It was there that I was given my first dog, Rock.
I have very fond memories of living there as a child. I am not so sure I would like to go back to living that way again. It might be fun for a short time, but, too much work for me now. I like my creature comforts too much!