Come and listen to a story ’bout a man named Jed…
Apparently, it boggles the minds of some of my readers, that anyone would address the concept of actually having to walk from one space to another, to accomplish a task.
Where in the world would we get such a crazy idea?
Are we nuts?
Did we grow up raised by wolves?
Are we (gasp!) Democrats?
(Sorry, just threw that last one in for “sport…”)
You’d think we were hankering for a return to the Stone Age, but we’re not. Okay, maybe just a little bit… “Bubba’s hunting Brontosauruses…” Can you imagine what a funny reality TV show THAT would be? Makes me laugh just thinkin’ about it!
Where was I? Oh yeah…
Remember… not all that far back in our Nations great history, brave families braved the planet, by doing exactly what we’re suggesting.
They sailed the plains and prairies in Conestoga Wagons, and then got out their handy dandy “Ronco Chop-a-matics“…
By the way… they even had “bio-fuel” back then… ‘cept… they actually ATE the corn…
And they built log homes out of sweat, blood, and a lot of profanity, let me tell you!
How do I know this? Well, I’ve actually participated in the building of a log home or two, and lemme tell you… the language around those sites can make a sailor blush!
“Puritans” my butt! I bet that they swore like “Bikers at a buttkicking contest!” They did too! YOU try living like they did…
Where I live… If you get on Highway 49 headed North, from Gulfport, Mississippi and head toward Hattiesburg and Jackson (the State Capital), you can still see some of these “homespun” structures housing families, to this very day. Keep driving up into the heart of Tennessee, and you’ll find them used as “monuments.”
And… a large majority of those cabins turned out to be “two-roomers.”
Take this plan, for instance;
And hey! If you look closely… you can even see the origins of “housing terminology” that we still use today…
Words like “breezeway” for instance… It came from the term “dog trot.” It was the place where the DOG trotted between the houses two structures. In the Deep South, the term “dog trot” is still used, to this very day.
When those “Son and Daughters of the South… and all parts in between” needed more space, they just built another “pen.”
Hey, don’t blame me… that’s what they called them!
Separate buildings were necessary… It’s because you can’t really expand an “interlocking log” cabin, because you need the corners to hold it up.
So, we’re changing the name of our project, from “the Ewok Village on Acid” to “The Demented Dog Trots of Dixie.”
Just thought that you should know…
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