Cleaning up the Crooked Little House

Parties and stags at the Crooked Little House seemed to generate more than their fair share of garbage.   On occasion the detritus was so substantial that it was buried in the field behind our celebrated clubhouse.   Such was the case after the Rick Riemer stag.   Barry W. and Frank H. are seen above removing one of many washtubs full of garbage after Rick's stag, for burial out in a hay field.   There was simply too much refuse to put out for the regular garbage collection.

Clean-up after a Crooked Little House function usually brought out a gathering of the almost- sober to restore things to some sort of normalcy.   Barry W. is show above in a somewhat reflective pose in the early days.   Below is a shot of the other end of the CLH before the incredible 'Ted Bird' fireplace and hood were installed in the north-west corner.

Where did that folded-up oriental carpet come from?   And was it folded-up and removed before all those 'dead soldiers' in the corner met their maker, or was it a 'too-little / too-late'

afterthought the next morning?
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Should have been our motto...

Last week, John Dew, elder statesman of the Crooked Little House, sent around an email joke which was amusing enough in itself, but there was a tag-line to the email which stated:

"One day your life will flash before your eyes.

Make sure it's worth watching".

It struck me that these lines could have applied perfectly to the approach that most of the Crooked Little House members took to life in general, all those years ago, and to the activities that took place in our little chicken coop.   Most of us still take this approach, right?   Right.   More power to us.