He didn’t charge me any rent, and in exchange i kept an eye on his stock as they wandered my portion of his acreage. The «dwarf house» was owned by a dairy farmer named Jim Scott, whose home was up the hill, about half a mile away. My major contacts with human beings aside from Althaea (who had started school and was gone most of the day) came through the mails in the form of comic books and comic book fanzines.
I could not drive and the nearest town was ten miles away. Peter had gone off to Lousiana to work on an oil rig, and was not paying child support, so i was temporarily on welfare. ▷ Download: The Lesser Book Of The Vishanti PDFĪlthaea and i were living at Little Creek because my partnership with her father Peter had just broken up and we had left our former home, a commune in Birch Tree, Missouri called the Garden of Joy Blues. The water was always cold in Little Creek, and we swam naked, so to avoid cringing with shock, we would jump in quickly and as we did so, we would shout, «No Steve Gerbers!» in reference to a comic book writer who didn’t look as if he swam naked very often. There was no running water - greywater from the kitchen sink simply drained outside into a downhill trench - but there was a stone-lined hand-dug well of sweet water outside, and Little Creek, which was of fairly good size despite the name, ran through the back of the property. We had no telephone and no indoor toilet, and we heated the house and cooked on a wood stove, but for the first time since arriving in Missouri five years earlier, we had electric lights. Althaea, then 5 years old, could stand at the kitchen sink and wash the dishes i had to crouch to do so.
How tiny was the house? It had four rooms and was built in 1910 by a man of normal height whose wife was a dwarf.
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