Another trip down memory lane...

Hi Folks!

Don’t know where the time goes! But I figure while I’ve got Lisa here—I’ll have her type this blog for me again… Much faster that way!

The last while has been filled with routine; the same ‘ol same ‘ol. Each day leaves me a little more skillful and a little stronger (or so I like to believe!). And every day leaves me more than ready for a good night’s sleep! Did I say, more than ready? : )

It’s been fun to get some feedback on the last blog I posted regarding the ‘ol washtub and outhouse.
And I wanted to incorporate at least one of those comments into this week’s blog which comes from
Cousin Ann English: “…I also remember visiting your family at Papa John’s house, the pump on the back porch, the outhouse, and later the bathroom off from the kitchen. My memory of washing in the tub is at Aunt Eliza’s house when staying with Judy. We washed our hair in rainwater from the barrels outside because there was rust in the groundwater. This was done on the back porch in a pan. There was also a pump on the back porch at Aunt Eliza’s house. What wonderful memories of a very simple life!”

Ann’s note, of course, immediately brought back memories of the large oak barrels placed beneath the
eaves/roof valleys, to catch rainwater at Papa John’s house. Each barrel, as I recall, had a large piece of
muslin-esque cloth, to screen out any roof debris or critters. For just as Aunt Eliza’s ground water had
rust in it, so did the ground water at Papa John’s. I suspect Mother used that water for a number of
things, including doing her laundry, but I honestly can’t remember.

Well I didn’t mean for this blog to turn into another trip down memory Lane and my wild and woolly
youth, but I seem to have more quiet time these days to reflect on some of life’s more meaningful
things-- family, home, friends, and such.

Hugs to all,

Jim