Blizzard at Bell creek
One evening during the Winter in the early thirties (I was probably about seven years old) the snow that had been falling all day was being accompanied by some strong winds.
All of us kids went to bed early, probably to keep warm.
Our upper floor(gained by climbing 5 or 6 steps was where all of the young ones slept except the baby who  shared the downstairs bedroom with mom and dad.
Sometime before midnight the blizzard was blowing snow through the eves and some of the roof shakes. Anyway it was snowing on our beds.
dad and mom got us  all bundled up and away we went Grandpa Bells place, about a mile distance.
For Me (and the other siblings) it was an "Adventure" because we were all put in cozy little places to sleep at our Grandpa Bells' place.

P.S. Our log cabin home did not suffer too bad, just had to wait for the visitor (the snow) to go away.

 

Watching a steam "donkey" being built from the ground up.
While growing up at Bell Creek, I and my two older brothers were able to see a steam donkey (logging) being built from start to finish. I remember that the two men doing the work were friendly and didn't mind us being around.
As near as i can remember the two skids (runners) were logs about 30ft. long and about 3ft. in diameter.
Each end of the logs were tapered up (all by hand) and all with an ax.This enabled it to travel like a sled. The two logs were connected by big planks to support the steam boiler the housing covering the winches that contained the cable. When it was completed, the engine (steam powered) turned the winch (operated by one of the men pulling the cable in (which had been secured to a tree) up the direction they wanted to go.Pulling the cable in caused the sled to go up to the point where the cable was then secured further up the hill, thus the steam donkey would eventually reach the top of the area that they intended to log.

Note:This type of enjoyment for us boys cannot be described by just words. Our (mine) life was filled with treasured happenings that makes me grateful that I have been (above money) wealthy my whole life.
Thanks for enduring me again. I will be back

   

For what it's worth
A few years ago I read an article about an Asian woman ( don't remember what country) that was diagnosed with cancer. Being very poor and not able to afford medicine, or any kind of treatment, she had to "tough it out by herself".
One night she felt hotter than usual and knew her temperature was extremely high. She went to sleep, with her family worried and expecting the worse as the night passed.
when she awoke the next morning she felt her temperature and sickness was gone.
The cancer never came back, and she, and her family believe that the high temperature must have killed the cancer.
Enter now, Me.
When I was a teen at my Samish Valley home, All of us older boys did a lot of camping and hunting at one of the lakes on Chuckanut Mountain.We all had our rifles and loved the camping and hunting trips.
This one particular time we all decided to go I was "loaded" with a chest cold , head cold, and crappy flu.
I was not too healthy at that moment, but decided I would go anyway.
With backpacks loaded, and with our rifles slung on our backs we were off
We started up the mile or so trail that led to the top of Chuckanut Mountain.Over the last few years we had made this same trip many times. Because of its steepness the trail led a zigzag course and along the way there were certain landmarks that we had given names to. about a third of the way up was a big rock outcropping that we called( the elephants ear) further up was the "long" tressel that we crossed over a deep canyon. along the route too was a tall fir tree that we called the (blue grouse tree) we were "in the last few years" able to "harvest" several "blue" grouse birds usually using a 22 caliber rifle. once one fell from the top of the tree and as soon as it hit the ground the two of us "at that time" rushed over to the spot where it landed but never found the little "sneaker".
Back to my Story:
After an hour of steady hiking, and sweating (especially me this time) we reached the top of the mountain where we usually spent the night at the sight of the old Log camp. One of the buildings was a good shelter for us from cold and weather. 
Guess what ?? 
To put an end to my story, and to get my point across, I realized that i had gotten rid of my chest and head
cold and flu, and felt just great...........Evidently I had sweated it out of my body.

Thanks for reading this.

Hawaiian-fish and song story
Our family lived in the town of Bellingham for a few months between the move from Bell Creek to our Country (five acre "shangri-la") ranch in the Samish Valley. 
During the time we lived in Bellingham I was in the 6th grade class at Roeder School. My teacher was a ms. Hoag. Ms. Hoag spent her summer vacations in Hawaii. All of us (her class) were treated to bits of Hawaiian lore and a few songs that she taught us and sang as she played a Ukelele. I still remember parts of the songs. one was: 
(I wanna go back, to my little grass shack
In Kealakekua Hawaii 
Where the Humuhumhnukunukuapua'a
go swimming by.)
In the fall (1936) Ms. Hoag was back and most of her same class (me included) and we were treated to her summer vacation stories. She brought back some "Poi," a staple food in hawaii she told us, we all got to taste it and all I remember i it tasted like "mud". Another rememberance of that great time was Ms. Hoags' Favorite candy bar ( she would get one of us to go across the street to buy one) was a U-no bar.

PS
Now allow me to say "ALOHA"  Thanks for your reading this Blog...Love you

Which one looked forward (the most) to the next week.?
During my working years at the road dept. in Klamath Falls, Or. I was riding one day in a company Pickup with a fellow employee. we were travelling on the old State highway that ran through Modoc Point, and Fort Klamath, up to nearly Crescent Or.
Along one of the desolate strips of roadway we passed an abandoned, run down old house that sat back off by its lonely self. My friend, riding with me in the pickup,pointed to the old structure and said "I lived there when I was a young boy" He then went on to say that he has never forgotten the trucker that made deliveries to Klamath Falls once a week passing his house nearly the same time and the same day each trip.
I would stand by the side of the road to watch him go by. Mainly because he would toss a small bundle near me which always contained some candy. I would wave to the driver while scurrying to get the package.
This gesture of kindness I'll always remember, and how exciting when that day of the week approached.

P.S.
When he finished his story I couldn't help but wonder, Which one of them looked "most" to the next trip.

Praise =Pull = Fun.
My oldest brother' Jack, was always the biggest and strongest of the rest of us brothers. We looked forward to his being the "Boss". When we were small boys, Jack 10, Dick 9, Bob 8, Jim 7 we enjoyed being pulled in our wagon.With acres of terrain to enjoy at our Bell Creek home we, the "riders" found (by accident) a way to get our free Wagon ride. During one of his "pulls" Jack stopped and looked back at us in the wagon and said "You guys don't even like me for pulling you" We all said,at once " Oh yes we sure do", "You are so strong to be able to pull us like you do" Say no more, Jack could pull the loaded wagon all day knowing  we appreciated him doing it.
This little episode was remembered by us (riders) over the years and when I told of it to my wife Donna she thought it was a cute story and depicted it on the cover of the first art book she "authored" called "Paint and Tell". Published in 1981.
Jack (pulling) Dick and Bob (riding) Jim (pushing)...........{ pure fun}

 

1929 Model A Roadster, "Where are you"
In June 1942 I bought a Fun to drive,Fun to own, 1929 Red, Model A Ford Roadster with a Rumble Seat.
I actually bought it for transportation to my new Job with the Glacier (Washington) Ranger Station as a "fire lookout". I parked the car at the Ranger Station in the end of along shed that stored various equipment.
After my Summer term ended I came home without the car. (needed Battery, or needed gas,) Can't really remember. But before I could get it the 50 or 60 miles home I joined the Navy with my two older Brothers.
When i was discharged three years later there was no car to be found and nobody knew what might have happened to it. I just had to forget about it But, wish it had still been there, and i had it now.