Yesteryear

Some of this was from my book "Journey to the Backwoods"

When I was lad and ol' Shep was a pup, we lived for a spell in an old homestead on the end of a dirt road. Weren't no modern conveniences but was a great place for a boy.

No electricity for a few years, good thing Mom was a pioneer type, nothing fazed her. She did the wash on a scrub board in the same tub that us kids got our Saturday night bath. The outhouse was a two holer out behind the woodshed. I still remember those 30-40 below trips that you waited 'til you couldn't wait no more. Everyone used their stove ashes in there to keep do...