I write poetry, and I am on a diet, maybe those things would interest people more than a fifty year old woman building a log cabin? You know its been quite a journey to get here and in so many ways we all seem to come full circle in life. I heard once the meaning of success was when the young man grew up and got enough money to leave the family farm, go out and make enough money to buy a family farm of his own. No what I mean Jean??
Kind of how its worked for me. I lived in a few log cabins in my life.Most of them you could put in the mud room of this house, all of them you could look out the walls of, and all of them tough as it was,were home. Would I go back,if it wouldn't change anything hell ya, I miss my mom. You carry it inside of you the whole time and its like a puzzle you have to put together before you know that the picture is the one you started with.
We didn't have electricity or running water, and it was at a time in this country when that was not the norm. I grew up on venison and elk meat, brook trout and hand me down clothes,it wasn't all bad I loved most of it. I still live that way as much as I can, but I have it much easier than my folks did then.