Living five easy miles outside of a town of 6000 residents, we have always tried to be conservative with our trips to town. With gas as high as it's been this year we're especially careful. Reading over the following story from my grandmother's writings reminded me that no matter how tough it might get for us, it can never be as tough as it was for her family, living in the wilds of Humboldt County, in the heart of California's coastal redwood forests, in the early 20th century.
(Photo stolen from this site)
I don't know the peddlers' names as everyone just called them Adam and Eve. Adam cared for the horses and did any heavy work, while Eve (who was no pansy) sold things and kept books. He had met with an accident at some time that left him with half of an arm, and the other hand had just a thumb and forefinger left.
The part we liked best was after dinner, and after the selling, the peddlers played the guitar and sang the songs of the day to the assembled neighbors by our fireplace. This is one of the ways I learned the old-time songs such as "Red River Valley."
(Music stolen from these guys)