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  •  I was just 7, a little north of Indy, rural. (1+ / 0-)
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    We couldn't get out for a week, but we never lost power, and we had two full cords of wood for the wood stove and plenty of food, so it wasn't awful. My mother wouldn't let me out to play as much as I wanted, though, and I got awful cabin fever, stuck in there trying to amuse my three year old sister who even then I didn't get along with.  I had run out of books, and was tired of soup by the time we got the driveway shoveled out and found they'd actually run a plow down our county road.

    But Mom and Dad still plan to be snowed in at some point in the winter, and keep things so that if it happened at any one point, it might be annoying but not calamity.

    When you come to find how essential the comfort of a well-kept home is to the bodily strength and good conditions, to a sound mind and spirit, and useful days, you will reverence the good housekeeper as I do above artist or poet, beauty or genius.

    by Alexandra Lynch on Thu Dec 27, 2012 at 08:09:13 AM PST

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