It’s Throwback Thursday.  Thinking about days past:

When my hair was dark brown – naturally. When my child was small enough to fit in a galvanized tub – which we needed because we had no indoor plumbing, running water or other such luxuries. When water was hauled in 5 gallon cans. When bath time meant warming up water on the wood stove or coleman camp stove and the shower consisted of a 5 gallon bucket with a spray hose attached. When having to go the bathroom at night in winter meant putting on boots and coats and trudging to the outhouse. But, oh what full moon on snow after midnight transcendent displays I sometimes saw! I can still so clearly see one such night when temps were in the teens, with a full moon alternating with fast moving storm clouds and the surrounding woods and clearings lit up by moon reflections off snow.  It was simply stunning.  No, this wasn’t a desire to return to the 1930’s. It wasn’t easy, nor was it hardship. It was means to an end, a life experiment, and to this day has made me so grateful for the warm water that comes out of the taps in my house, for the glories of enjoying plentiful hot water in a beautiful tiled indoor shower, for the comforts and ease that we often take so for granted…….And I suspect my son, who’s feet might not even fit in that galvanized tub these days is also happy for the same.