While looking back through photos that I need to edit and organize I came across some ‘unpublished’ photos from our vacation in Eastern Oregon last Spring. I thought you would enjoy seeing this little, old home on wheels that was in a small town we visited.
This little ‘mobile home’ was the forerunner of our modern-day camp trailers, I’m sure. This was home to a sheepherder and his dogs. I can’t imagine living here through the icy cold winters of that part of the country. Or any other time, for that matter.
Looking inside, it’s hard for me to imagine spending much time here but I’m sure it was a refuge from the long days of hard work and weather conditions that went from below zero to well above one hundred degrees in the summertime.
As I stood there and looked at everything inside, I wondered how safe this little place was when the fire was stoked and the lantern was lit. No windows, a single door, no modern comforts at all – but it was home!
I wondered if the little table became a writing desk – for a letter to a sweetheart, or a journal of adventures or a business ledger of some kind.
And I appreciated the hard work, the long hours and the sacrifice someone had made to make a living and to provide wool and meat and all kinds of things unknown for himself and others. As I left that day and headed back to my nice, comfortable, little cabin-on-wheels I had a new appreciation for the things I have that make life so much easier and fun and comfortable. I am blessed with more than many others have had in the past. And now. I am blessed! And I am grateful.
With A Grateful Heart,