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> Ray,

> Well, first we gotta have some kind of shelter! LOL

> Di

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> H. R. Neal wrote:

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> >

> > , When shall I move? Ray

> > ----------------------------------------------------

> > Reach me by ICQ. My ICQ# is 14278868 or,

> > * Page me online through my Personal Communication Center:

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> > * Send me E-mail Express directly to my computer screen

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> > For downloading ICQ at http://www.icq.com/

> > Ray in Virginia

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Hey Ray,

I have an acre of land in the mountains of western NC. It has a mountain

spring on it, huge pines, mountain laurels and rhododendrons. Maybe we can

all pool our resources, or get ahold of " Habitat for Humanity " and build us

a big log cabin retreat there that is chemically safe. All I ask is one

large room for myself and my puter, and we could build a nice big sitting

room, and the rest bedrooms and a big cozy kitchen. This is my dream, but I

don't see me making it come true alone.

My grandparents bought this land back in early 1900's. They paid $50 for

the acre as they got it from her father, my great-grandfather. Grandpa went

up on the hill and built a reservoir, and the little shack they had on it

had piped in spring water before they died.

It is my heart's desire to live there, as the years I spent there as a child

are the only happy childhood memories I have. The rest of the group could

take turns " retreating " or " being a hermit " as lyn calls it. The air is

clean, the water is clean, and no big farms spoiling things with pesticides,

etc. as it is very rocky.

My ancestors lived off the land by mining and " shinin " ...I remember

great-grandpa had a

" spring box " in the creek...a wooden box with innertubes all around it, and

this is where they kept their milk, eggs, and butter. They dug ginseng and

sold it; gathered " gaylacks " and sold to the florists, etc. The soil is

fertile and they grew almost all they ate (after digging out all the

rocks!) They dug " root cellars " to store canned goods and winter

vegetables, and did their cooking on wood stoves; heated w/ wood stoves; and

burned " coal oil lamps " .

On weekends they all gathered and played " bluegrass " music. Alas, the hills

are silent now.

I have a poem that I am working on about that. *S*

The moss is so thick on the rocks that we kids used to cut it in the shape

of furniture for our playhouses. Ferns grow lush in the woods. Streams

gurgle gently across the rocks.

*sigh* I go down there as often as I can, as it is soooo peaceful.

The woods are full of deer and all kinds of wildlife and birds...and

teaberries and nuts and all kinds of good things to eat.

It is close to a quaint little town called Spruce Pine. Livin is cheap.

Only industry really is a hosiery mill.

How many of us would it take to pool our SSDI checks to make this dream come

true??

Dreamin'....

Diane...future author of " Stronger Than Nine Rows of Garlic "

H. R. Neal wrote:

>

>

> Maybe we can all form a commune somewhere and escape the " normals " for

> awhile. Let's order our pre-fab units tomorrow. Ray

> ----------------------------------------------------

> Reach me by ICQ. My ICQ# is 14278868 or,

> * Page me online through my Personal Communication Center:

> http://wwp.mirabilis.com/14278868 (go there and try it!) or,

> * Send me E-mail Express directly to my computer screen

> 14278868@...

> For downloading ICQ at http://www.icq.com/

> Ray in Virginia

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Sounds like heaven Diane...but one problem..who would do the

work!!LOL...none of us can!! I love the concept though, I can just

imagine it! Your description of it was written

beautifully! A short piece of prose might be better suited to the

subject than poetry! Exquisite!

Lyn

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Aaaah! Lyn, don't be such a " poop " ! Diane's beautiful prose

actually had me visualizing this utopia. You just had to

bring up that dreadful four letter word ( work ) !

Damn ! It did sound nice though, didn't it ?

Mike

>

> From: lyn55@... (Lyn Gottschalk)

>

> Sounds like heaven Diane...but one problem..who would do

the

> work!!LOL...none of us can!! I love the concept though, I

can just

> imagine it! Your description of it was written

> beautifully! A short piece of prose might be better suited

to the

> subject than poetry! Exquisite!

> Lyn

>

> Laughter Heals!!

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Ya Mike thats me always the pragmatist...bad habit. Actually I did

envision it too..until it came to living off the land. THEN I envisioned

the work involved in that...POOF....

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What a wonderful story Diane. It reminds me so much of my childhood

days on the farm. The root cellars were my favorite places to play. No

matter how hot it was, we could go there to cool off. We were lucky

enough to have an artesian well that we hooked up to an old fashioned

bathtub. It was great for the animals and no work to water them. We

even had an outside steam bath powered by coal. We would get all

steamed up and go roll in the snow, and then run back in the steam room

again. So much for the theory that changes in body temp causes colds.

Thanks for bringing back the memories. If only we could go back.

Diane wrote:

>

>

>

> Hey Ray,

> I have an acre of land in the mountains of western NC. It has a mountain

> spring on it, huge pines, mountain laurels and rhododendrons. Maybe we can

> all pool our resources, or get ahold of " Habitat for Humanity " and build us

> a big log cabin retreat there that is chemically safe. All I ask is one

> large room for myself and my puter, and we could build a nice big sitting

> room, and the rest bedrooms and a big cozy kitchen. This is my dream, but I

> don't see me making it come true alone.

>

> My grandparents bought this land back in early 1900's. They paid $50 for

> the acre as they got it from her father, my great-grandfather. Grandpa went

> up on the hill and built a reservoir, and the little shack they had on it

> had piped in spring water before they died.

>

> It is my heart's desire to live there, as the years I spent there as a child

> are the only happy childhood memories I have. The rest of the group could

> take turns " retreating " or " being a hermit " as lyn calls it. The air is

> clean, the water is clean, and no big farms spoiling things with pesticides,

> etc. as it is very rocky.

>

> My ancestors lived off the land by mining and " shinin " ...I remember

> great-grandpa had a

> " spring box " in the creek...a wooden box with innertubes all around it, and

> this is where they kept their milk, eggs, and butter. They dug ginseng and

> sold it; gathered " gaylacks " and sold to the florists, etc. The soil is

> fertile and they grew almost all they ate (after digging out all the

> rocks!) They dug " root cellars " to store canned goods and winter

> vegetables, and did their cooking on wood stoves; heated w/ wood stoves; and

> burned " coal oil lamps " .

>

> On weekends they all gathered and played " bluegrass " music. Alas, the hills

> are silent now.

> I have a poem that I am working on about that. *S*

>

> The moss is so thick on the rocks that we kids used to cut it in the shape

> of furniture for our playhouses. Ferns grow lush in the woods. Streams

> gurgle gently across the rocks.

> *sigh* I go down there as often as I can, as it is soooo peaceful.

>

> The woods are full of deer and all kinds of wildlife and birds...and

> teaberries and nuts and all kinds of good things to eat.

>

> It is close to a quaint little town called Spruce Pine. Livin is cheap.

> Only industry really is a hosiery mill.

>

> How many of us would it take to pool our SSDI checks to make this dream come

> true??

>

> Dreamin'....

>

> Diane...future author of " Stronger Than Nine Rows of Garlic "

>

> H. R. Neal wrote:

>

> >

> >

> > Maybe we can all form a commune somewhere and escape the " normals " for

> > awhile. Let's order our pre-fab units tomorrow. Ray

> > ----------------------------------------------------

> > Reach me by ICQ. My ICQ# is 14278868 or,

> > * Page me online through my Personal Communication Center:

> > http://wwp.mirabilis.com/14278868 (go there and try it!) or,

> > * Send me E-mail Express directly to my computer screen

> > 14278868@...

> > For downloading ICQ at http://www.icq.com/

> > Ray in Virginia

> >

> > ------------------------------------------------------------------------

> >

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a,

You are welcome. It's that way up at Grandpa's spring. There is like an arbor

over it of mountain laurels, and you can walk in there on the hottest day and it

is like walking into an air-conditioned room. The moss above it is always cool.

Nice place to lie and meditate and listed to the spring water splashing out of

the

reservoir on the rocks.

If you get thirsty, can always rinse off a laurel leaf and pinch it on the ends

and make a cup for a drink! You can also take them and break up tiny stick pins

out of wood and make wreaths (crowns) for your head, or belts...we kids had no

" store bought " toys. We mostly played with what God provided.

Grandma would pack up a picnic lunch for us and we would spend the whole day

playing in the woods...swinging on big grape vines; climbing the pines to the

very

top and swaying them back and forth; swimming in the creek for little bitty

spurts-til you started turning blue.

We would also wade the creeks and catch lizards, etc. If the season was right,

we

would go up to the old deserted " House " and pick big, fat, juicy wild

strawberries. Grandma

would provide fresh cream and sugar for them!

Ah yes, memories are precious aren't they? Glad if I brightened your day for a

moment.

Hugs,

Di

a wrote:

>

>

> What a wonderful story Diane. It reminds me so much of my childhood

> days on the farm. The root cellars were my favorite places to play. No

> matter how hot it was, we could go there to cool off. We were lucky

> enough to have an artesian well that we hooked up to an old fashioned

> bathtub. It was great for the animals and no work to water them. We

> even had an outside steam bath powered by coal. We would get all

> steamed up and go roll in the snow, and then run back in the steam room

> again. So much for the theory that changes in body temp causes colds.

> Thanks for bringing back the memories. If only we could go back.

>

> Diane wrote:

> >

> >

> >

> > Hey Ray,

> > I have an acre of land in the mountains of western NC. It has a mountain

> > spring on it, huge pines, mountain laurels and rhododendrons. Maybe we can

> > all pool our resources, or get ahold of " Habitat for Humanity " and build us

> > a big log cabin retreat there that is chemically safe. All I ask is one

> > large room for myself and my puter, and we could build a nice big sitting

> > room, and the rest bedrooms and a big cozy kitchen. This is my dream, but I

> > don't see me making it come true alone.

> >

> > My grandparents bought this land back in early 1900's. They paid $50 for

> > the acre as they got it from her father, my great-grandfather. Grandpa went

> > up on the hill and built a reservoir, and the little shack they had on it

> > had piped in spring water before they died.

> >

> > It is my heart's desire to live there, as the years I spent there as a child

> > are the only happy childhood memories I have. The rest of the group could

> > take turns " retreating " or " being a hermit " as lyn calls it. The air is

> > clean, the water is clean, and no big farms spoiling things with pesticides,

> > etc. as it is very rocky.

> >

> > My ancestors lived off the land by mining and " shinin " ...I remember

> > great-grandpa had a

> > " spring box " in the creek...a wooden box with innertubes all around it, and

> > this is where they kept their milk, eggs, and butter. They dug ginseng and

> > sold it; gathered " gaylacks " and sold to the florists, etc. The soil is

> > fertile and they grew almost all they ate (after digging out all the

> > rocks!) They dug " root cellars " to store canned goods and winter

> > vegetables, and did their cooking on wood stoves; heated w/ wood stoves; and

> > burned " coal oil lamps " .

> >

> > On weekends they all gathered and played " bluegrass " music. Alas, the hills

> > are silent now.

> > I have a poem that I am working on about that. *S*

> >

> > The moss is so thick on the rocks that we kids used to cut it in the shape

> > of furniture for our playhouses. Ferns grow lush in the woods. Streams

> > gurgle gently across the rocks.

> > *sigh* I go down there as often as I can, as it is soooo peaceful.

> >

> > The woods are full of deer and all kinds of wildlife and birds...and

> > teaberries and nuts and all kinds of good things to eat.

> >

> > It is close to a quaint little town called Spruce Pine. Livin is cheap.

> > Only industry really is a hosiery mill.

> >

> > How many of us would it take to pool our SSDI checks to make this dream come

> > true??

> >

> > Dreamin'....

> >

> > Diane...future author of " Stronger Than Nine Rows of Garlic "

> >

> > H. R. Neal wrote:

> >

> > >

> > >

> > > Maybe we can all form a commune somewhere and escape the " normals " for

> > > awhile. Let's order our pre-fab units tomorrow. Ray

> > > ----------------------------------------------------

> > > Reach me by ICQ. My ICQ# is 14278868 or,

> > > * Page me online through my Personal Communication Center:

> > > http://wwp.mirabilis.com/14278868 (go there and try it!) or,

> > > * Send me E-mail Express directly to my computer screen

> > > 14278868@...

> > > For downloading ICQ at http://www.icq.com/

> > > Ray in Virginia

> > >

> > > ------------------------------------------------------------------------

> > >

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, When shall I move? Ray

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Reach me by ICQ. My ICQ# is 14278868 or,

* Page me online through my Personal Communication Center:

http://wwp.mirabilis.com/14278868 (go there and try it!) or,

* Send me E-mail Express directly to my computer screen

14278868@...

For downloading ICQ at http://www.icq.com/

Ray in Virginia

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Ray,

Well, first we gotta have some kind of shelter! LOL

Di

H. R. Neal wrote:

>

>

> , When shall I move? Ray

> ----------------------------------------------------

> Reach me by ICQ. My ICQ# is 14278868 or,

> * Page me online through my Personal Communication Center:

> http://wwp.mirabilis.com/14278868 (go there and try it!) or,

> * Send me E-mail Express directly to my computer screen

> 14278868@...

> For downloading ICQ at http://www.icq.com/

> Ray in Virginia

>

> ------------------------------------------------------------------------

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