Ken’s mom gave us a small Honda generator. It was noisy and needed gas and oil. We positioned it out in the woods, far enough away from the house to muffle the sound and then used it only twice a day, in the morning to run our blender to make tiger’s milk and in the afternoon to listen to a radio play.
Our families soon caught on to the fact that appliances were not necessities in our life and we received trees to plant, seeds for the garden, cast iron cooking pans and books on how to do most anything. I think, when someone sets their mind to living a certain way, those they love begin to admire the uniqueness of your life and find ways to help. At least our families did and now we are proud to offer them back apricots, plums, grapes, red currants, gooseberries; all produce from their gifts of over thirty years ago.
It’s strange how we get conned into believing that the more appliances we own, the more efficient we are and that somehow we are saving time. But back then, we had time to lug water, sit in the outhouse, lie in the hammock, walk in the woods and enjoy long tea breaks without guilt because we didn’t have a herd of time-saving gadgets to keep us busy.
©Sharron R. McMillan