An Ancestor !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Actually, our ancient ancestors did. Hunter-gatherer.
Same goes for the birds of the heavens and beasts of the field.
Except some predatory animals which store some of their catch, squirrels with nuts, and the like.
When I was very young, I lived a few years with my paternal grandparents while my mother was gravely ill. My grandparents were both born in 1890, and lived in a small town, with a huge garden and small green house for plant starters, that had a real 'root cellar' in the basement with jars of preserves and stuff hanging from the floor joists above. In the evening after supper my grandfather and I washed dishes together by hand and he told me stories of when he met my grandmother who taught in a one room school-house on the prairies, they met on a train in Saskatchewan in 1915, on his way to a military camp to learn how to fire artillary pieces before he went to France for 4 years, made it back alive, if a bit hard of hearing. They refused to buy things in plastic wrap, they went to a real butcher for meat and fish, wrapped in yesterdays' newspapers, used the paper to light the fire in the evenings, put the un-used parts of the fish in the compost or gave it to the cat. They explained how it was during the 'dirty-thirties' (depression) and the importance of education, and learning how to do things yourself.
This sounds like a Hallmark series I'd love to watch. Seriously, that is a life of bliss you described.
My dad, not my grandfather but my dad, was born in 1898. He was 57 when I was born, ergo the wide spread on age. My grandparents and he and multiple siblings moved from Indiana to Missouri in 1904 in a covered wagon. My grandfather died there just four years later when my dad was 10. Lots more to that story but not the time or the place. Suffice to say I'll bet we could swap stories for a spell and then some. Dad died in '89 when he was 91. I asked him a lot of questions growing up and I'm glad now, but I wish I could ask him so many more. Mom too, for that matter.
Thanks Tulex, I was young, but will never forget the lessons they taught me. They didn't do anything in a rush, took time to enjoy life, and family. We spent most evenings reading or looking through old pictures they had. I "helpped" Nana in the kitchen to make meals and Granpa and I washed dishes (he told me, "the cook doesn't wash dishes, we do that part to show our thanks & respect"). They met on the train in 1915 but didn't get married until my grandfather returned from 'the great war' as he called it, I guess in case he didn't return. I remember they had a photo on the wall from their honeymoon, with Golden Gate narrows in the back-drop...yeah no bridge yet when they were in San Francisco in 1919.
If we ever get the opportunity ETC I would be proud to know ya, and share stories all day long.
Who knows? Maybe we'll figure out a way. But it needs to be spring or fall. I doubt you'd like it here much in July or August and you can bet your ass you won't find me anywhere near Canadia between Oct and April - maybe make that Sep and May
I've been to the frozen north a few times and I don't much care for it. Flew into Minneapolis in January during a godawful blizzard when it was -12 and the wind was blowing 40 mph. I put on every piece of clothing I owned and still it was a near death experience.
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Googling it isn't going to cut it. It has to be experienced in person, especially at the gas station window squeegee station.
We all get acclimated. I was working in Montana back in the 70s up close to the Saskatchewan border and listening to the radio station out of Regina. It was August. They were running these alerts all day about the heat wave and how something like 20 people had fallen out with heat stroke and to stay inside. It was around 90 degrees. I could have used a jacket.
This is SOOOOO true! Talk about nasty. My wife moved here from WI back in 99 and had a lot of adjustments to make. The love bugs were definitely one of them. She was like, WTF are these things???
And don't forget fire ants.
We all get acclimated. I was working in Montana back in the 70s up close to the Saskatchewan border and listening to the radio station out of Regina. It was August. They were running these alerts all day about the heat wave and how something like 20 people had fallen out with heat stroke and to stay inside. It was around 90 degrees. I could have used a jacket.
BTW, it was something over 90 here today and yesterday. Sweater weather.
Do you buy cans of raid by the case?
Amdro. And orthene. Still better than crazy ants but I don't have those here. Yet.
