Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1937-02-11
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Joys and Tribulations of Trailer
No. 1-Why Folks Leave Home.
DREAKING the ties that
~ constitute a definite address,
tearing out the roots that nix
upon this earth an old home
stead, auctioning the lares and
penates that have been accu-
mulating for a lifetime, nearly
a million once-anchored home
jewellers throughout the United
States are now occupied with
preparations to take up the
Bedouin life on the endless
trail hither and yon, wherever
the spirit listeth and the auto
camps are disposed to offer the
best accommodations.
My first experience with a con-
crete illustration of the possibilities
in connection with the rolling dom
iciles now being built at the rate
of half a million per annum takes
me back to Watertown, N. Y,
week prior to the recent presiden-
tial election. Three miles out OF
town I came upon a spacious trailer
coupled to low-priced car parked
in a grove of pine trees. An elderly
woman was mending child's gar
ment. Beside her sat husky mon
grel dog with quick eyes and good
teeth. Istopped to make an inquiry.
"Sorry not to help you; I'm
stranger here" she replied, "just
another stop in my long tour. Shan't
see it ever again, don't suppose"
Enthusiastically New England.
From what state, inquired.
"New Hampshire born, educated
in Vermont, moved to Maine and
married when twenty. That was
| forty-three years ago. Have tw o
grown sons and one daughter, all
married and independent of me, and
five grandchildren"
A Wandering Widow.
"a widow these three years. Hus-
! band left some insurance and a
nice old homestead, with which we
had our hands full for twenty-five
years. I simply couldn't stand the
place after he had gone. And SO,
one morning without asking any
body's opinion, went down town
and bought a small car, which l
learned to drive; "a matter OF two
weeks, with reasonable safety and
comfort. You'll never know what
| joy it was to get away from that
house where I shaved and cooked
and busted for nearly forty years,
looking out on the same garden, the
same picket fence and the same
neighbors; and hearing the same
gossip. Sakes alive, you'll never
know"
Dropping the garment in her lap,
she eyed me critically.
ooh, yes, I know all about the
small town program. What did you
do with your problem?"
''Sold the old homestead, auc-
toned off the worthless accumula-
ton of household effects, bought a
trailer for 5000 and went on the
road, taking with me on each tour
pair of grandchildren and Barney,
my watchdog. I'm on the way South
and will catch up with warm wealth
err before the next President has
finished his plans for rebuilding the
White House.
Two children, a boy and girl in
their early teens came out of the
wandering bungalow to remind
grandma that the lunch hour was
approaching.
eyes, my dears," she said, put
ting her sewing aside, Gin few
moments we will sit down together,
not forgetting Barney"
Costs 500 Month.
"May / ask what issyour budget?"
"About $500 month covers
everything. No rent, no taxes, no
servants. Only food and gasoline.
I do all the cooking, buy fresh
eggs, fowl, vegetables and fruit
from the farmers, drive my own
car, hating when and where l
please at a cost never exceeding a
dollar a week for parking space.
When anybody asks more, go my
way to a more agreeable landlord.
look forward to ten more years
of trailing with my grandchildren,
who will know more about the Unit
ed States at the end of that time
than I knew when was in my
sixtieth year. AS for myself, I am
a healthy and contehted woman,
glad to be alive and without the
shackles of fixed place of resi-
dence and all that it calls for in
monotony and responsibility Won't
you join us. for luncheon?"
A hundred yards down the road