Ditto there. But we are staying, for a while anyway. It’s really too bad some jobs in CA pay so well, or we’d be out already.<<<
We left San Diego in 1969, moved to Oregon for a year and Bill got sick in the cold rain. Portland was his home town.
So we moved to the desert and lived rough and on very little money, it was survival.
When I look back on my past it is those first years of survival that interest me the most, not the good jobs we left in San Diego, or the nice home and new car.
It appears that a lot of the California folks are getting rid of the luxuries and not buying more, it is going to be a struggle for them to make the house payments.
A person can live on lots less, if they buy less.
>>>We’re thinking West Virginia.<<<
I hope I didn’t dissuade you when I said some of the things before about West Virginia...
However, that is the first State where I was shot at.
I have always liked WV and took the family there one fall to see the foliage - Well, a 4 lane highway is not the way to see any state, so I randomly took an exit. After about a hundred yards, the pavement ended, and we were on a dirt road. It wasn’t but a quarter mile before it was down to a pair of tracks and no where to turn around. There was one driveway, but they had rocks about a foot in diameter placed across it, so I continued. Then, I was faced with having to ford a stream that was about 30 feet wide, and the trail looked much worse on the other side. Since I wasn’t driving my Jeep, I backed my Pontiac almost half a mile back to that driveway - (believe me there was NO way you could turn around) I moved 3 of the rocks and backed in and then pulled back onto the road headed in the other direction. I got out of the car to put the rocks back and looked at the log cabin that was about 150 yards back down the driveway and low and behold, there was an old guy on his porch who shot what appeared to be a muzzle loader at me. (I could tell from the powder smoke) I decided the heck with his rocks - and we departed - throwing gravel stream behind us...
Remember that they call it “Wild and Wonderful West Virginia”
Some of those ‘hollers’ are pretty remote and the residents are somewhat - different.....
There is a tale of a peddler who went up one of those hollers to a cabin and was trying to sell pots, pans, hair pins, and various items. The residents wife was out picking berries, so her husband, while looking over the peddlers wares spotted something that made his mouth drop open.... He asked the peddler ‘Where did you get that picture of my pappy?’ Well, he didn’t have any cash, but he really wanted his pappy’s picture, so he traded his wife’s heirloom tea pot for it. Knowing his wife would be furious, he hid the picture in the barn. Every few days he would wait till his wife was busy and he would go out and look at his pappy’s picture.
Well, his wife did get suspicious and when he was out cutting firewood one day, she got in there and found what he had hidden. She looked at it and went into a state of rage - she said - “So that’s the hussy he’s been foolin around with” and she shattered the mirror with an axe.
OK, the first one is TRUE but the second is well, a tale...