So
even though I was penniless in 1988 (or so I thought), God made
provisions for my protection many years before. I do not feel I ever
really owned the land. It belonged to God as the Native American
people believe. No man owns the earth. So I wasn't horribly hung up
on it being the “land of my inheritance.” But my family members
saw it as a “sell out” I'm sure. I did what was needed and never
returned to see it again. The land was only a stepping stone and
provided a way to return to health and make a home where I could live
the remainder of my days. I bought the Palouse house in the spring of
1990 --after wintering at Granny's house in Viola. (Grandpa Dick had
passed away the summer previous.)
Friday, January 4, 2013
09 Small is Relative
Many
people have asked Terrie and I how we could raise so many kids in
such a small space. My answer is one of relativity. It tell them how
much this little area is worth in downtown Tokyo, Japan. And that
there in Japan, we could never own it but only rent it at about
$8,000 per month. This puts thing in perspective. We are rich. And
having all of us crammed together forced us to learn to be polite. This
house by comparison to my Grandfathers generation is a castle. It has
running water and central heat and a toilet in the house. We have
machines to do our laundry, heat our water, and clean our dishes. We
are very fortunate.
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