Uncle Jeff's log cabin sure has seen its days. As younger kids, we liked going inside and climbing the narrow stairs in the darkness. The lack of electricity gave it an air of mystery.
Uncle Jeff was a lot like his cabin. All I remember was how gruff he was. He was a lot like Grandpa Parker in that manner.
I do remember the snow snake games he used to have. Men would prepare the mounds days ahead and make sure they were icy enough. Of course, as a kid, I was more interested in playing with the other children and drinking hot chocolate.
From what I understand, Jeff was a man that demanded respect. We could use a few more Indian men like that.
Yes. Times, they are a changing. It was nice to see the old homestead being cared for.
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