Ya'll was living awful high on the hog Stanley...

My grandfather on my mothers side died before I was born..my grandmother died in 1969 in the same house my mother was born in...she was born 1914 along with four other kids one older three younger. My grandmother went to the same church her entire life...that my great grandad helped build.
His Bible still sits on the pulpit of the unlocked Church.

My grandmother gave into getting electric lights in the 1950s...a party line phone in the 1960s..they finally made her put in an electric well pump in the late 1960s she fought tooth and nail because she didn't want it but she was getting to old to pump water..I didn't like it either. I used to pump that well pump hours on end and never got the first drop of water...I guess there was a reason they never taught me how to prime the pump.
Story was they had the best water for miles and people came and went freely and used their well.

Mule barns...blacksmith shop and tool barn...smoke house, root seller. Everything one needed to survive. My mothers brothers paid for their ammo by trapping mink and beaver in the 1920s...the traps in their oak baskets and all the tools were all still there when I was a kid.

She refused indoor plumbing...not because she couldn't afford it because she didn't want it. A toilet in the house didn't sit right with her.

She cooked on a wood stove until she died...Nothing like cathead biscuits cooked on a wood stove.

People talk about hope and change...she was happy and alive.

You think you know country... you don't know what country is.