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Mike CHS

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We got a little over an inch and a half of steady rain and more is forecast so we are going to go the theatre and watch the new Equalizer movie. Movies are one of those things that we used to do regularly but anymore we stay busy enough that we rarely go.

I'm attaching a couple of pictures of our goofball house dogs. Company never sees the sheets that keeps the dog hair off of the furniture but BYH gets them pretty regularly. ;)

I noticed this morning when I was brushing a few of the ewe lambs that they are putting on their winter coats.


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Huh? What would scar him for life? His family was VERY poor. His father walked from Killen to TVA in Florence every day for months, asking to go to work and they finally hired him. Then they moved to Florence. It was another time, hard to comprehend now, when even the poor have so much in comparison.

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My father, top right. Civilian Conservation Corps in 1936. Made $30/month and sent almost all of that home to family back in Texas. The picture was taken in Ft Collins Colorado, where he worked "skinning bark off logs with a straightened out garden hoe" to build cabins for other workers.
6 years later, he was wearing a diffent kind of uniform and carrying an M-1.

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It's one of the primary reasons that generation and it's offspring looked upon 'modern' welfare with such disdain. They didn't/don't believe in free rides..had to work for their 'welfare, and their gubment cheese'.

My dad and his sister drawing water..sometime in the late 20s or early 30s.
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The well,with it's unique stucco covering was still there last time I went by that property up in Woods County Texas , tho no longer used.


In my lifetime, my paternal grandparent's home was supplied with water by walking down a hill and getting water from a cased spring..cased by dropping two 20' cement culverts down in the sand.
I drank lots of water, from a bucket on the kitchen counter..from a porcelain dipper that all shared.

My maternal grandparents and several of my uncles on that side, got their water from windmills with an elevated tank to provide flow.

Later, around 1959, one of the sons installed an electric pump to pipe water up to the house and all the amemites that provided.
 
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