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To: Gauguin who wrote (32874)	7/23/1999 5:48:00 PM
From: melinda abplanalp	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

The early conservation movement. And we think we are so ecology chic.

To: Gauguin who wrote (32874)	7/23/1999 11:30:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

My mom grew up on a West Texas farm. They got electricity when she was in high school. They had to haul in their drinking water. They had a well, but the water was too hard to drink.

To: Gauguin who wrote (32874)	7/24/1999 2:46:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I love stories like that. I wonder if our grandchildren will talk about how we used to do things in such primitive ways. I loved my mother's stories about her childhood. LIke Mel, I kept giving her blank notebooks and begging her to write them down. She never did, which makes me so sad as she was an excellent writer. I wish I had tried to get her to dictate them during those long hours of her last year. One of my warmest memories is of my brother and me crawling into the bed with my mother early in the morning. We would lie there on either side of her cuddled up and she would tell us about the time she jumped off a big stump to show off for "Bubby", the little boy next door, and broken her arm, or the time she was feeding the pigs and fell into the pigpen, and her father rescued her. There were also her memories of her own mother standing over a board in the kitchen lifting the heavy heated irons from the stove. making sure her husband's collars were stiff and smooth. Those same irons stand on one of our hearths today. When it's your own parents, all the stories have such a peculiar fascination for you; maybe because it's so hard to conceive of your mother being seven years old, or maybe in some subconscious atavistic way, you feel the flow of the prior generations in your blood, all those people who led to you.