In describing my childhood, the word “austere” comes to mind, and so does “spartan.” In other words, we were dirt poor, and had very little aside from four walls and a roof.
My parents were kindly farmers, and there was never any lack of love 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 dad, and he wasn’t a very good carpenter. 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 furnace, and was the only heating source we had for the cold winters. Going away to college some years later was a bit of a culture shock, as suddenly I had access to a thermostat, a climate control system, and permission to make it as comfortable as I liked. 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, but I had literally never experienced that before! After the novelty of it wore off, though, I must admit that I didn’t use the air conditioning very much. I had gotten so used to opening up a window for fresh and a cool breeze, that I preferred it to the HVAC system. To this day, I only use the air conditioning when the weather gets extreme.