Living Large In Our Little House

Small House of the Past

BungalowIn 1946, when my parents purchased this brand new bungalow on the GI Bill, small houses weren’t that uncommon. To own any home was the American Dream.
When this photo was taken, the house had two bedrooms, one bath, a small dining area and living room. I would estimate that it wasn’t probably much more than 700-800 square feet.
As our family grew, my parents expanded the living room and added another bedroom by eliminating the garage and they also added a family room to the back of the house, still making it no more than a 1,000-1,100 square feet.
By the time I was born, there were 7 people living in the house,  including my  three teenage siblings and my elderly grandmother.


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A Day of Thanks

My brother, Steve

My brother, Steve

There’s a little thing going around on Facebook to take each day of this month before Thanksgiving and give thanks for something in your life.

Today is Veteran’s Day, the day we remember those who have served in the military, and I can’t think of a better reason to say “thank you” to someone.

I come from a family with a long military background. Ancestors on my mother’s side can be traced back to Mad Anthony Wayne in the Revolutionary War.

For our family, this I the first time at least since the Civil War that we haven’t had anyone serving in the Armed Forces.


The Wanderer

Dakota at windowIt was a beautiful weekend in the Ozark Mountains again, and we took advantage of the warm Indian Summer weather to be outside a little.

Dakota is our little black Dacshund and Beagle Mix.

She is also our little wanderer, if we don’t keep close tabs on her, she will be gone in a flash.


Over or Under?

Toilet Paper Holder 3There are a lot of things to consider when moving to a little house. How much stuff can you live without, can you stand being that close to your significant other or family all of the time, can you learn to share the remote, and of course, can you live with just one bathroom.

At our house in the city, we had our own bathrooms. The main bathroom upstairs was mine; the smaller bathroom downstairs was my hubby’s.

I know he is bothered by the eternal question: Should the roll go over or under? He has his definite thoughts on the subject, although for the life of me, I can’t remember which he prefers, and you know why?

Because my brain just doesn’t care.


A Big Box

Our Big Box

Our Big Box

Out in the sticks, a Big Box means something other than a great big store. We have bigger boxes than I had even imagined existed – and it’s our mailboxes. The Internet might be putting the U.S. Postal system out of business, but for those of us here in rural areas, the mail is still an anticipated event each day.

News that the post office might stop delivering six days a week and cut out Saturday delivery means that we are isolated from the outside world one more day. When we used The Little House as a weekend getaway, we didn’t need a huge, rural mailbox, as all we ever received here was the weekly Shopper. After we moved here full time over two years ago, we quickly found out that unless we wanted to make multiple wasted trips into town, we needed a Big Box.


My Free Day

The Belle Writers Studio the Best Place I've Ever Worked

The Belle Writers Studio the Best Place I've Ever Worked

Saturday, October 31 was my Free Day.

I think it’s fitting it’s on one of my favorite holidays. There’s been times when being on my own is a little scary, but mostly it’s a treat.

Eleven years ago, I walked away from a good, guaranteed salary, about 50 days off per year, a great healthcare plan, a 401K, and the financial ability to stop at a travel agent on a whim and walk out with tickets to anywhere for the weekend.
I also walked away from a 40 minute commute, gray pod walls that surrounded my gray desk, an online time clock that would drive anyone mad, an environment that told me when I could eat, what I could have at my desk to drink, what I could use to decorate my pod walls, the pressure of making quotas, a job that was turning the creative side of my brain to mush, a night guard I wore every night because I was grinding my teeth so hard I would literally break them off in my sleep (I lost 2), and a prescription for anxiety and depression.
Yes, I walked away from a lot of material things, but I also walked into a world that’s afforded me experiences I never could have imagined otherwise.