Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Autumn Memories

Just before summer time or daylight savings time ended, a cord of firewood would appear at my parent's beach house on the Oregon coast.  We'd come down that weekend.  My father and I would split and stack the wood.  I thought it great fun.  My father didn't like doing that sort of thing -- he left the ranch and never looked back -- but I like to think he enjoyed that we did it together.
People in the area Shota and Azuki lived burned wood or charcoal for heat and cooking fuel.  I wonder if they have fond memories of helping Chizuyo and Hachibei harvest downed timber to season and store against the cold mountain winters?

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