The older I get I think back to my childhood when life was simple.  We were grateful to get something to eat and were never picky about the food that was set in front of us.  We didn’t have indoor plumbing.  We got wood from nearby rivers and creeks and stockpiled it for winter.  We were satisfied with this simple life.  That is what we knew.  Some families struggled with something to eat more than others but they all made it through to better times…-Victor Swallow