In 1922, my father was living on the family farm located on a bluff overlooking a river. He decided he wanted to build a camp to be used by himself, friends, and family. With an ax, hammer, and saw, he and his best friend built a cabin that has stood strong for more than a century and is still in use today. He tracked his progress building the cabin and his various daily pursuits in a little diary that is the basis for this book. The text is copied from his diary exactly as he recorded it, misspellings and colloquialisms included. This little book is a window into the rural Maine life of a seventeen-year-old boy in 1922. Walk with him as he goes about daily life catching skunks and woodchucks, planting crops, hoeing crops, cultivating the garden, going to school, watching Western movies, and woven through it all, building his camp.
In 1922, my father was living on the family farm located on a bluff overlooking a river. He decided he wanted to build a camp to be used by himself, friends, and family. With an ax, hammer, and saw, he and his best friend built a cabin that has stood strong for more than a century and is still in use today. He tracked his progress building the cabin and his various daily pursuits in a little diary that is the basis for this book. The text is copied from his diary exactly as he recorded it, misspellings and colloquialisms included. This little book is a window into the rural Maine life of a seventeen-year-old boy in 1922. Walk with him as he goes about daily life catching skunks and woodchucks, planting crops, hoeing crops, cultivating the garden, going to school, watching Western movies, and woven through it all, building his camp.