This, my friends, is Tiny House humour! BAHAHA!
Friendship
My Grandparent’s Tiny House
These are photos of my grandmother Violet and my grandfather Bob at thier Tiny House. These photos are about 25 years old, 1987 is my guess. I believe that she is about 65 years old and he is two years older here. The other people in the photos are an unknown neighbour and my Daddy, Richard. Mom was there too, but not shown because she took the photos with her then new 35 mm Olympus Trip camera.
Grandma and Grandpa did not live here, but bought this Tiny House on the Mississippi River in Ontario as a get-away. Tiny living as a full time thing would be out of the question for them because there are 19 of us in the immediate family and we all came for Sunday dinner; EVERY SUNDAY. Nineteen was not how many they had for Sunday dinners, because there were spouses and partners, we also brought others along, plus there was extended family and neighbours who also came by. They were people who really loved their family and unlike the people of today who ramble in their big mcmansions alone, they needed the big house with the HUGE table to fit us all! It was expected that they would have between 25 and 35 every week to dinner and they loved these get togethers.
Even so, I suspect that they enjoyed a little solitude from time to time. Grandma often spoke about their Tiny House haven in the wilderness, particularly after I told her about my Tiny House plans. Even though she was failing in health she came out to see what I built and when she came to visit she said ” I thought that you were building a Tiny House?” She was grinning from ear to ear.
Grandma worried that I might not like the Tiny House in the forest once I had it built because I am like her in the way that I love being around people. I told her that I would get visitors and that I would go out and see people too. I try to do this but as always she was right, I often feel lonely and wish more people would come.
I think it is interesting that Tiny Housers run in my family.
Categories: Family, Friendship, Simple living, Tiny house, View
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Gardening 101
Here Papa Wolf is teaching Little Bad Wolf to garden. The garden is 100 square feet, the interior of THO is 97… 😀 Can you find the Imp?
Categories: Dogs, Food, Friendship, Off Grid, Tiny House Ontario
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Laughing Wire Water Garden
My cousin Vernie, one of my favourite people, let me know that he had some chicken wire to put over my garden to keep out the rodents. So I went over to his place to pick it up and he shared a few hilarious anecdotes from the past. He just slays me! His daughter Tracey has also inherited his wicked sense of humour so we laugh a lot when we are together. I love that my life is filled with hilarity!
Vern also shared one of his new inventions with us, a very cool corn planting machine. The man is a genius!
With chicken wire in hand and though it was raining cats and chihuahuas we braved the rain to reseed and also to put the chicken wire down. It looks pretty nifty and will be interesting to see how the plants can come though it. Hopefully they will not all be gnawed off.
This morning it was still pouring but the seeds seem to one totally in place. I hope it keeps on raining for another day or two since everything is dry as bone here and water is needed to get the food growing.
I left a small rubber container out on the cloth porch last night and it was about 2 inches deep this morning. Thus it was a good rain.
My mom used to sing… “oh Lord don’t let the rain come down, because my roof has got a hole in it and I might drown”, but we are dry in Tiny House Ontario as well as in town doing a blog post.
I think I will sing… “oh lord how I wish it would rain down on me” to keep that water coming for a bit and get my garden going.
Categories: Environmentalism, Forest, Friendship, Off Grid, Ontario, Simple living, Sustainable living, Tiny House Ontario
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Food Culture
Yesterday My cousin Tracey came from the city, my husband HJ came from Hamilton, and my sister came from Saskatoon and I planned to make a meal for them. I bought ingredients and then decided while I was still in Kingston that I felt too overwhelmed to make a fuss, so I stopped at the Pasta Shelf in Kingston and picked up a huge vegetarian pasta dish, some extra red pepper sauce, some roasted garlic as well as garlic bread and put it all on the BBQ to heat.
I know it is LAZY, but sometimes one has to allow themselves such conveniences.
The meal was nice, but I could not really eat, actually, only my husband ate well, so over half of the pasta is left over. I think that this means that I don’t have to cook today either. Just warm.
So… the problem is that I still have ingredients for a meal for four hungry people. Having grown up on a farm, I always find that I over prepare food. This over preparation, always thinking if there are no left overs that people did not get enough to eat, caused a funny situation in my marriage for the first few months. I would cook big meals and my husband who grew up in a culture where leaving left overs is not acceptable… caused confusion.
I would cook bigger and bigger meals and he got fat a little bit at a time. Finally, I said, “I think you might be eating too much” and he said, “I think you are cooking too much”. Turns out that the poor man was in agony trying to get through these meals in order to prove to me that he enjoyed what I cooked him.
A funny cultural difference, I think. Now I prepare proportionate meals unless I have guests, or I remove what will be for the next meal before I put anything on the table.
Categories: Cloth Porch, Friendship, Off Grid, Tiny House Ontario
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