Budweiser John
Platinum Member
Made the decision to leave the city in 1971. Took the assets from the sale of our suburban
House and purchased 80 acres of worn out land (didn't know about such things at the time)
One year old son in tow, managed to cobble together the shell of a house in the span of 60 days
And celebrated our first thanksgiving in November of '71 with 3/4 inch of sheeting
Between us and Mother Nature. The bathroom consisted of a friendly log and bathing
Had all the comforts of a wash tub in front of the wood stove. Needless to say, we didn't
Do much entertaining those first few months other than the infrequent visits of both sets of
In-laws who were convinced we had collectively lost our minds.
In town work to pay the bills race home by way of the lumber yard and continue building.
Work, build, more work, build barn number one, have second child, girl this time, buy beat up
old tractor, come to appreciate mud season......
Give thanks for a spouse who thinks drywall dust is a normal life style and kitchen cabinet
Doors are a **** nuisance but can back a horse trailer a quarter mile down the lane around
The corner and spot on to the paddock gate and load said critters for a trip to the fair grounds
Forty three years now since that first very cold Thanksgiving, two grown kids with loving spouses
Two grand daughters, a home now expanded to accommodate room for holiday guests and gatherings
A late model tractor and equipment, a roomy shop, and barn.
Hard work, true grit, a loving spouse, and faith. Moving to rural Americana? Best decision ever
House and purchased 80 acres of worn out land (didn't know about such things at the time)
One year old son in tow, managed to cobble together the shell of a house in the span of 60 days
And celebrated our first thanksgiving in November of '71 with 3/4 inch of sheeting
Between us and Mother Nature. The bathroom consisted of a friendly log and bathing
Had all the comforts of a wash tub in front of the wood stove. Needless to say, we didn't
Do much entertaining those first few months other than the infrequent visits of both sets of
In-laws who were convinced we had collectively lost our minds.
In town work to pay the bills race home by way of the lumber yard and continue building.
Work, build, more work, build barn number one, have second child, girl this time, buy beat up
old tractor, come to appreciate mud season......
Give thanks for a spouse who thinks drywall dust is a normal life style and kitchen cabinet
Doors are a **** nuisance but can back a horse trailer a quarter mile down the lane around
The corner and spot on to the paddock gate and load said critters for a trip to the fair grounds
Forty three years now since that first very cold Thanksgiving, two grown kids with loving spouses
Two grand daughters, a home now expanded to accommodate room for holiday guests and gatherings
A late model tractor and equipment, a roomy shop, and barn.
Hard work, true grit, a loving spouse, and faith. Moving to rural Americana? Best decision ever