We used to DREAM of crawling to the meetings. There were ten of us, living in a little log cabin, out on the tundra.Meeting days, we had to start getting ready at noon. We had to walk 8 miles through blowing snow (we couldn't afford dogs and sleds). It was my job to carry my grandparents AND my crippled sister on my back. My dad had his own load, so to speak, being the cong servant. He carried several briefcases containg the aid book, a few bound volumes, six differnet bible translations and all the cong records. Summer was worse. Everything turned to a swamp, teeming w huge clouds of bugs. Walking through the moss and scrub would wake them all up, send them flying through the musty air. There were billions of black flys, millions of mosquitoes, hourse flys, deer flys, blow flies, sand flies, not to mention ticks. The moss was the worst; a book laden dub could sink down 4 feet into it. Had to leave first thing in the morning to make the meeting on time.....
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