Life in the big timber camps was tough even under the best of circumstances. But when a murderer invaded their space, things got worse, a lot worse. Scooter Sherman made his way from camp to camp, killing, cheating and lying and using his wits to keep ahead of the law. But one day, his luck ran out.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Poverty? What poverty?
The earliest settlers on the Bigfork River had a tough time making it from year to year. There rarely was any extra money. One item that was always in need was clothes. Children wore patched hand me downs and Dad's clothes sometimes had more patches than whole cloth.
But happiness wasn't judged by the clothes you wore, it came from the heart. Laughter came easy for nearly everyone.
The first time anyone even thought of their financial condition was when they went to school. An old friend once told me that he didn't know he was poor until someone told him.
Work was plentiful on the river even from a young age. Most kids started by feeding the chickens and gathering eggs. Then they graduated to larger animals or hoeing the garden.
Poor? I don't think so. They were rich of spirit, and that's what really counts.
My book "River of Seasons" is for sale on Amazon.com as well as peaceriverbooks.com. The Peace River Books blog is updated often.
I invite you to visit "A River of Seasons" blog site each day for a small look into what life was like a long time ago.
Good Reading,
Ron
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