It is weird how I can feel like I've never seen or read these scans before, when I surely must have because they are right here on my computer. But when I came across these two houses and their brief descriptions I was floored. It's such a little thing, to remember a house, but it really is part of you while you live in it. These are just the sort of houses I pass in rural Idaho and wonder, Who woke up there in 1937? Well, it was probably my grandma or the McCulloughs or somebody like that.
I meant to only post the photo below, with a plea to for help with chickens to my aunt (who could technically still help if I called her up) and my Grandma Stricklan (who probably couldn't really help).
(I know, dad, you could help too, but you would just remind me how terrible it smells. Thanks.)
I simply did not have the wherewithal to get chickens this spring; my head wasn't in the game.
Now I want them, though, and a neat little helper with really short bangs.