See You In A Hundred Years, by Logan Ward #1
When I was a kid, some of my favorite books were the The Little House on the Prairie books
I have read the first two chapters of this book so far. Logan and Heather Ward sell their New York apartment and spend several months trying to find a farmhouse appropriate for their experiment – to spend a year as though they are living in the year 1900.
They buy a lot of their supplies at antique shops and auctions, which makes me think that this might be a very costly undertaking. The plan is to grow and store their own food, and to avoid anything that was not available before 1900. Tricky.
They are unfamiliar with horses, but buy one for transportation (with a buggy), and also a goat for milk and chickens for eggs. I am especially interested in reading how they do with this, because I have flirted with the idea of getting chickens myself. Of course, when I read how Heather milks the goats, it occurred to me that it takes a non-fear of animals to even try something like this, so that probably boots me out.
I was worried about their little boy, Luther, because he was about the same age as my Noa during the experiment. The other night we had an incident where we needed a phone, and we thought we might a need a doctor, and weren’t sure how to get either one: We have been sick, so we’ve been taking decongestants. I can’t take them on an empty stomach, so I put my pills beside my dinner plate in anticipation of taking them the other night. Baby Girl was having trouble reaching her plate, so I reached over to her to move her chair closer to mine. It only took a few seconds, but during that time, my little daughter managed to get one of my pills into her mouth and (thankfully) decided she did not like the taste.
In the U.S. you can call Poison Control (memorize the number – it’s 1-800-222-1222), and most of the time we have Internet access too, to find out what the potential danger might be. Hubby rushed her to the bathroom where he induced vomiting – my little trouper dutifully threw up, which gave us a layer of calm, but only a thin one. He finally dug out his cell phone, even though he was convinced that a U.S. 800 number was a non-possibility. After some number-fumbling, he connected with Nevada Poison Control (!?!) who put our minds at ease – she had not consumed a lethal dose, but we would have to monitor her just in case. She is now fine, but I read the intro-chapters of this book after this experience, and was extremely angry with little Luther’s parents for putting him in a potentially dangerous situation without any means of calling for help – I needn’t have worried – they kept the phone line, and put the telephone in a drawer, so they could call if their little one got in trouble. Whew.
Other posts about See You in a Hundred Years:
Post 1: See You in a Hundred Years, by Logan Ward
Post 2: An Authentic Experience
Post 3: 9/11 and 1900
Post 4: Cooking, Baking, and Gardening
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