Life on the HillI was one of the fortunate few. I had something to do. I know that sounds strange, but think about it. Imagine life with no television and nothing to do. Imagine how slowly time would pass and how quickly you could go out of your mind. The ‘searching’ for survivors kept me busy for the first six months. My father was kept busy serving as the town doctor. Others people worked on seedlings, hunting, cooking and sewing. But for the most part, folks really just sat around. We went back to basics. We had our storytellers. Those who would read aloud from books and some that told their own stories. We had a guitar player who entertained us. When the first spring came we all tended to our own gardens. We built what we could and were something like the pilgrims. Pilgrims with electricity. Times were tough though. The first year was the worst. We weeded through what we knew and didn’t know about medicine. A simple medical procedure, such as an appendectomy, was a death sentence.
