When I thought about a Blog...

     When I thought about doing a blog I asked myself if I had any knowledge that the world could not do without and the answer was, ...well, no.  I then asked myself if I had enough boring stories to fill up a lot of space and the answer was, ...YES!  So here it is, such as it is.

     I guess this will be a sort of introduction although the only people who read this will
probably be my family and they have probably already heard or lived it all. These
BLOGS will be of my remembering things and some non-politically-correct comments
on the sorry state of what our Federal Government has become.


PIONEERING AIN'T DEAD

     I am going to start in May, 1977 when we moved to Hall County on 19.5 acres of raw
land that we had bought for our move to the country. We had 5 children but the oldest,
Debbie, was about to get married. More about that later. We had contracted for our new
house to be built but we were to finish the inside. Our old house in College Park, GA was
sold and we had to move before the new house was even dried in.

     Lucky that we had a tent camper and we camped out there for 6-8 weeks until the house

was basically livable We did have running water from our neighbors outside faucet through
a black PVC pipe hundreds of feet long. We had a warm/hot shower if you took the shower
while the sun was out and were quick about it. I went to work for IBM every day wearing a
suit, white shirt, and tie since I had volunteered for 2nd shift at the time and would get
dressed in the afternoon. The shower was right next to the driveway and was only a sprayer
with the "enclosure" consisting of black plastic sheet and a floor made from a shipping pallet.
The girls had to duck down when the tall concrete and lumber trucks went by to preserve their
modesty.

     We learned of the joys of a privy that was a wooden box that I built with a hole cut in the top

and sitting over a hole that I dug and more black plastic wrapped around some trees. Talk
about an outdoor experience. The privy was just a short walk through the woods from our
temporary canvas home.

     When we move to the country, we really move to the country. We were in the middle and
about the same distance from Oakwood, Buford, and Winder, GA. We had to go at least
10 miles to get the weeks groceries although there was a gas station mini-mart place only
a few miles away that even had an Atlanta telephone. Our driveway was over 1700 feet long
with the house being built at the end of it. Just down the hill from the house was a small
spring and Duncan Creek was the back property line of our land. The valley by the creek
was filled with Mountain Laurel and was a real picture in the spring of the year. A small
waterfall running over a rock shelf poured into a small pool that the kids loved to play in. The 

creek was a nice size creek with an old mill site on our land. One of the mill stones
was still there and the remains of the old wagon road that served to bring the corn to the mill
was still visible. Also the remains of an old moonshine still was near the creek.

    Our oldest son got off of the school bus and announced that the kids on the bus didn't

believe that we were living in a tent! I just knew that D.E.F.A.C.S. would soon be paying us a visit
and try to take our kids away but I guess nobody believed it because we never heard anymore about it.  

 I think that our kids were fortunate to have had a taste of being pioneers for a short while and living in the country.


That ain't all. More Later......