Mike and I started dating when he was 13 and I was 14. Most of our “dates” consisted of swimming at the YMCA, walking, and making tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches at his parents house. And we spent countless hours pouring over The Foxfire Books. We were going to homestead.
Yes, we bathed in this galvanized tub.
We married when he was 18 and I was 19. And we moved to the country, to a run-down house with no running water and wood stoves for heat, and began the job of fixing things up. But our life took a lot of twists and turns and country-living and homesteading were not to be. For most of the 37 years of our marriage we’ve been city dwellers.
Click here to read the rest of our story at Hullabaloo Homestead where I’m guest posting. And then let me know what you think – are we homesteaders?
