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I remember travelling to the Eagle River Valley of B.C. to spend holidays with my Grandmother (father's side).  A town of 300 people at the time. My Grandma did laundry for the Canadian Pacific Railway Crew & worked in the local Post Office to provide for her family during the days. My Grandfather died at an early age from a tragic accident when my father was only seven.  They both arrived from England, along with a friend.

The space in the home was limited, and I wondered how we all fit in the two-bedroom house.  I had to sleep with Grandma.  The boys slept on the floor in the living-room.  Mom & Pa slept on a hide-a-bed. The friend, Uncle Jack, occupied the 2nd bedroom.
There was always a fire kept burning to keep the home warm as that was the only source of heat.

I thought it funny at the time - Tea was always brewing & sipped from the saucer only.
Food was cooked on a woodstove, and the only washroom facilities were that of an outhouse.
Laundry was done by washboard.  I kid you not..

I remember the snow being so high that it reached the top of the windows.  The men would wake early to shovel a path to the outhouse.
Bathing was done from boiling water on the woodstove and put in a stand-up bathtub.  Us kids would draw straws as to who went first..

At night we played board games - Go Fish, Old Maid & Monopoly by candlelight as the adults strummed away on their musical instruments.
And yet some today, still complain about having to take laundry from the automatic washer to put it in the automatic dryer.

This life made me appreciate the simpler things in life.

I appreciate your life story because it reminds me of mine. Our home had little water preasure... so we all could only take one bath a week in 2 inches of water drawn in the cast iron tub. The water well was shallow and produced little. As we drew the water we would wash our hair. The rest of the family who followed had to wash hair and bathe in the remaining water in the tub. Once a month we each might take turns to be first.


I thought this was poor conditions until Mom told of her life. Grandparents had no running water... so all took turns taking a bath sitting in a galvanized steel 3 ft round tub. They did have a fairly advanced outhouse to use... it was a two hole out house. Most only had a one hole out house like my Aunt next door.


My Grandpa fell on the ice one night walking to the out house... he died later from shock from the resulting broken hip. I hated how soggy the toilet paper was in the outhouse... but I geuss it was better than the corn cobs they used to use. The Sears & Robuck cataloug would only last so long... then all that was left were corn cobs and leaves.

You and your Mrs. Cowface bring these threads to an All-Time-High.
You are charismatic, intelligent, most eloquent of words, and every woman's dreams and you both created the Magical Love Story ever to be told.
These things desired her devotion to you, as well as others that continue reading your stories here..
She is your Rock, and you are the foundation..

Yes, I remember well the soggy toilet paper & hope to never meet such a fate ever again during this modern life-time of mine..  lol
I wish you and your Mrs. well..
And, I will continue to read both your stories each morning when I arrive home...

Please... it may be my upbringing from my strict Mennonite mother... but I fail to accept praise well. Please, I thank you... but I cannot hear praise... it does not set well with me. I am not worthy of praise so I cannot hear it. Thanks though. I & the Mrs. will continue here because we know this is where we belong and are to speak.

What a lovely couple.
Very honorable.

Can I say this here... we feel most comfortable posting on Deja Blue threads. It feels like home to us. But we would still like to venture out into downtown and post here and there around all your places... is this OK? I can talk best at home. I would like to still come abroad to vist. OK?

Can I say this here... we feel most comfortable posting on Deja Blue threads. It feels like home to us. But we would still like to venture out into downtown and post here and there around all your places... is this OK? I can talk best at home. I would like to still come abroad to vist. OK?

You speak as if you are asking your parents to go out when you are actually all grown up and can venture whenever and wherever your heart takes you.

I have no no beef, no quarrels, in fact, I’ve always enjoyed you and the Mrs. so worries my good friends and permission is not ever needed.

You and the Mrs have a sweet day and I’ll see you on the boards. 😉

Can I say this here... we feel most comfortable posting on Deja Blue threads. It feels like home to us. But we would still like to venture out into downtown and post here and there around all your places... is this OK? I can talk best at home. I would like to still come abroad to vist. OK?

I see no reason why you can't posts here. I enjoy reading your posts.

After reading through my past posts here... I see I was drunk-posting here a few days ago.  My appologies to all. I shall try to make up for my otrosities with a childhood memory to follow.

I remember travelling to the Eagle River Valley of B.C. to spend holidays with my Grandmother (father's side).  A town of 300 people at the time. My Grandma did laundry for the Canadian Pacific Railway Crew & worked in the local Post Office to provide for her family during the days. My Grandfather died at an early age from a tragic accident when my father was only seven.  They both arrived from England, along with a friend.

The space in the home was limited, and I wondered how we all fit in the two-bedroom house.  I had to sleep with Grandma.  The boys slept on the floor in the living-room.  Mom & Pa slept on a hide-a-bed. The friend, Uncle Jack, occupied the 2nd bedroom.
There was always a fire kept burning to keep the home warm as that was the only source of heat.

I thought it funny at the time - Tea was always brewing & sipped from the saucer only.
Food was cooked on a woodstove, and the only washroom facilities were that of an outhouse.
Laundry was done by washboard.  I kid you not..

I remember the snow being so high that it reached the top of the windows.  The men would wake early to shovel a path to the outhouse.
Bathing was done from boiling water on the woodstove and put in a stand-up bathtub.  Us kids would draw straws as to who went first..

At night we played board games - Go Fish, Old Maid & Monopoly by candlelight as the adults strummed away on their musical instruments.
And yet some today, still complain about having to take laundry from the automatic washer to put it in the automatic dryer.

This life made me appreciate the simpler things in life.

I can't help but re-read your life story over and over... I can't help but long to go back to these days... perhaps this is why the Mrs. Cowface & I love to go camping most of the year, Ahh... the good life!

I can't help but re-read your life story over and over... I can't help but long to go back to these days... perhaps this is why the Mrs. Cowface & I love to go camping most of the year, Ahh... the good life!

I read you and your pretty cowface, each & every morning on Blue's & Sly's forum, regardless as to whether I feel like posting at the particular time or not.
Perhaps, I'll share another adventure of mine when I feel compelled to do so, and am somewhat more relaxed.

I have to be in that zone to share with another when choosing to do so.
It appeared to me that, perhaps, you & Cyg may have some differences.
I don't like conflict with anyone..

I'm here to have fun, share a few laughs, and relax with the members after some gruelling graveyard shifts - that is all..

me either and that is why I like it here..TP will see to it not bickering....