Wilderness Life~

The Chef!

The Chef!

Our Dining Area

Our Dining Area

Homegrown peppers, onions, and wild game

Homegrown peppers, onions, and wild game

Frying it up!

Frying it up!

Making the perfect ice shower

Making the perfect ice shower

The perfect finished product, YUM!

The perfect finished product, YUM!

You know how I posted yesterday that it was cold and grey? Well I guess that was just a herald. We had a horrible ice storm. We had two whole days without power. We live in a small wood frame house , and luckily my husband is a follower of the old ways, something of a frontiersman if you will. He grew up where a lot of the time if you didn’t hunt , you didn’t eat. Everyone had wood heat, and kerosene lanterns. He’s taught my sons the same . When the ice hit the transformers, it caught them afire and shot down the power lines blowing them all the way down our line. Trees had gotten heavy with ice, and broken and fallen all down our road. We didn’t panic. We had our wood stove and a nice stack of seasoned wood , and brought out the lanterns . We all gathered in the living room and got out our books and spent time reading our favorite passages to one another, and discussing them. Laughing , and just talking about our best times as a family ,warm from the stove, and under the glow of the lamp. So quiet except for our own voices , the boys fell asleep against their Daddy’s shoulders, on the big sofa, when the daylight faded. No electronics to keep you awake past chicken roosting time. The power company had promised that we would have electricity by the morning, but we didn’t . All of the food in the refrigerator was beginning to spoil, so I told the boys not to eat any of it.They were hungry . They wanted to know if they could go out hunting and I said yes. Dressed up warm , they took out their guns, and youngest son brought back a wild bird, to cook on the wood stove. We live in the “boonies” so they had only to stand in the back of our yard within my sight to shoot it. Their Daddy has taught them well , they cleaned , skinned and gutted the bird all by themselves, quartered, floured, seasoned and fried it. I know this seems like something so non essential in this tech filled world. Why do kids need to know how to do something like that? Like build a fire outside? Start a fire in a wood stove? Kill an animal, skin, gut, cook and eat it? Why do they need to know how to find worms, and make a cane pole and fish? I would pray it never came to the world being in such a place where those skills were all they had. But I also would be remiss to think that the world could NEVER become a place where it would not be needed. I must admit I was so very proud of them to take the initiative to do that, on their own. And the pride in their eyes that they had provided lunch for me today was beyond measure. And let me tell you, wild bird by kerosene lantern prepared by young hands is a meal worthy of any gourmet, and I was, am , blessed.

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