In describing my childhood, the word “austere” comes to mind, and so does “spartan.” In other words, we were dirt poor, and had truly little aside from four walls and a roof.
My parents were kindly farmers, and there was never any lack of savor and affection, and so I realize now how lucky I was.
What we had in heartfelt family bonds. we lacked in material possessions. The shack we lived in was built by my Mom, and he wasn’t a truly great carpenterâ€¦ Our water came from a well, and the only means we had of heating it was on the wood burning stove .That stove also served as our gas furnace, and was the only heating source we had for the frosty winters, and going away to college some years later was a bit of a culture shock, as abruptly I had access to a thermostat, a temperature control system, and permission to make it as comfortable as I liked, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t have to endure whatever the natural temps were, I could adjust a thermostat and make the indoor temps anything I wanted. That sounds boring to you, despite the fact that I had literally never experienced that before! After the novelty of it wore off, though, I must admit that I didn’t use the a/c truly much. I had gotten so used to opening up a window for fresh and a cool breeze, that I favorite it to the Heating and A/C system. To this day, I only use the a/c when the weather gets extreme.