You were lucky! We used to dream of having barbed wire....
We finally convinced my elderly parents to let us air condition their house in the 1980’s. We even told them we’d pay for any increase in their electrical bill. When we next visited (in the heat of midwest summer), it was hot and humid...inside their house was hotter and more humid. We asked why they didn’t turn on the AC. Their response “It makes cold drafts...” Go figure.
LOL
That’s right. We had to use brambles and we didn’t
have knives so we had to chew them off with our
bleeding gums.
“You were lucky! We used to dream of having barbed wire....”
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We recycled barbed wire. One of my earliest memories is standing with my older brother and watching my father drag barbed wire from an old fence out into a field with a model “A” Ford sedan. He rolled it up and used it on a fence he was building with Red Cedar (actually a species of Juniper) posts he had recovered from prior use. He fenced the little farm off in sections so he could move cattle from one area to the other and had a little herd going but the year I turned ten we had a terrible drought and he sold the little herd for what one heifer had been worth prior to the drought. Our well was dry as was the little stream and there was only one little spring on the place where the cows could drink, we hauled drinking water on a one horse wagon from a neighbor’s well two miles away. These are facts, not joke lines.