modern_pioneer
Mountain Man
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Hello, welcome to our store.
As a yungen, the store seemed to be the meeting place of the local farmers.
Bored out of my mind, being proper, I stayed and waited with my step dad.
In the spring, bets were taken, ramblings of who has the new stuff, who is going to test the new seed, and so on.
The country store was a media house as well as a gathering place of local folks.
Folks would bring in grain/corn and leave with feed. Some folks would bring in goods, and leave with staples.
About the only thing better and stronger than the meetings at the store, was harvest time.
Unknown by some, loved by many, because harvest time meant that we came together to get the crops
in and worked together without ill feelings. It didn't matter if your tractor was green or red, it didn't
matter who did what at the fair in FFA or 4-H. What mattered most of all, that we all made a living.
So 20 years later, I returned back to my roots and this thread is my story.
I started this thread showing pics of my new home/property because I worked so hard to get back home. I know
it's not much, but it's my little space on mother earth that I love. My house isn't fancy, but it has good bones.
I hope I can teach you something, or you can teach me. Being self sufficient is a lifestyle, a choice, where people
teach/help each other.
As a yungen, the store seemed to be the meeting place of the local farmers.
Bored out of my mind, being proper, I stayed and waited with my step dad.
In the spring, bets were taken, ramblings of who has the new stuff, who is going to test the new seed, and so on.
The country store was a media house as well as a gathering place of local folks.
Folks would bring in grain/corn and leave with feed. Some folks would bring in goods, and leave with staples.
About the only thing better and stronger than the meetings at the store, was harvest time.
Unknown by some, loved by many, because harvest time meant that we came together to get the crops
in and worked together without ill feelings. It didn't matter if your tractor was green or red, it didn't
matter who did what at the fair in FFA or 4-H. What mattered most of all, that we all made a living.
So 20 years later, I returned back to my roots and this thread is my story.
I started this thread showing pics of my new home/property because I worked so hard to get back home. I know
it's not much, but it's my little space on mother earth that I love. My house isn't fancy, but it has good bones.
I hope I can teach you something, or you can teach me. Being self sufficient is a lifestyle, a choice, where people
teach/help each other.
one of those dang paranas bit my nipple!!!!! 
It happened so fast, and it down right hurt, worst than getting a twister. 
I said see I told you I got bitten, after being heckled for 10 minutes. By the end of the month, we had a pool installed. 
The kids live there during the summer.
