Simpler Times

When I was a little girl growing up in the mountains, food and money were scarce.  Lentils were a common staple and honey was a huge treat. My parents were basically unemployed so they were able to qualify for food stamps.  Not a big deal in the rural community we lived in.  Times were simple and we made the most of what we had.

When I was about 3-years-old we lived in this classic A-frame house, complete with a dutch door.  I loved that door because I could just open the bottom half and slip through without hitting my head. The grown ups had to open both halves, so I felt the smaller door was just for me.  The house itself was shaped just like a capital A, with the roof reaching all the way to the ground on one side and a small room (the kitchen) jutting off the other side.  The top was a little loft where my mom, brother, and I all slept.  There wasn’t any insulation so my mom covered the walls with beautiful indian blankets, book shelves, and art from various friends and family.  There was a little wood stove in one corner, a huge diamond window along one wall where I sat in the patch of sunshine mid-morning, and a narrow deck off the back, where the shower stood in an alcove.  House plants hung in front of every window, and huge oak trees canopied us on the outside.  In the evenings, without t.v., my mom would pull out her guitar and strum a tune or read to us.  One of the first books I remember listening to was “The Scarlet Feather.”  There were always beans cooking on the stove and sometimes even a fresh loaf of bread in the oven.   It wasn’t much, but the feelings of warmth permeated every square inch. It was home.

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