Last week my mother called to offer me a little perspective on our four weeks of rain. She offered up what she called a horror story. Seems we were getting pretty close to breaking a 59 year record for the number of consecutive rainy days. The record was from 1951 and it was for 27 days.
In 1951 my grandmother lived in a one room cabin with no electricity. With 3 kids, one being my mother. No running water. No washer/dryer. No toilet. A wood cook stove. No tv. One room with mattresses on the floor that were leaned up on the walls during the day, with 3 kids. One child in a mostly permanent cast for club foot correction. My grandfather worked a 12 hour shift on a dam an hour away. My grandmother was home alone with 3 kids in a one room cabin on gravel highway 50 miles from nowhere in Alaska. Her family was left in Iowa in 1946 as was his, when they struck out to find their future. And their grandparents? Ha, they lived in a dug out house under the prairie with their kids which probably made living in a cabin seem like a dream
And sometimes I think I have it bad because my computer runs slow. Or my oven burns bread. Or the feed store is out of chicken feed. I guess in reality I have it pretty good because I sure as heck am not running to the outhouse or dodging everyone's wet laundry in my one room cabin. So I'll take my 32+days of rain, in my heated electrified house and shut the hell up.
Peace and Love--