Gary’s Life Started in a Log Cabin
Gary’s father, Donald N. Young, on horseback in front of the family’s one-room cabin with a dirt roof.
This is where it began for me. I was born in 1949 and this picture was taken in 1951. I lived in this cabin, a one-room cabin, with my parents and older sister Nancy, until I was 4 years old.
This picture is of my father sitting on his horse. It might give you an idea of where I got my love for horses. But that was our log cabin. It had a dirt roof and a board floor; and when we ate, the dust would sift down through the cardboard on the ceiling onto our plates. Mother would cover the table with a tablecloth to keep the dust from sifting onto our food. Then we’d just pull it back enough so that we could put food on our plates, and the pans with food would go back under the tablecloth.
We should go back to those days. You see, I didn’t drink chlorinated water. I drank the water that melted from the glaciers and ran off the mountain from the snowcaps. We ate only food that we grew, because my father said, “If we don’t grow it or shoot it, we don’t eat it.” While we were eating, we got minerals from the dust coming down from the dirt ceiling; and that’s what gave us a strong immunity, right, Sis? [Gary said this to his sister, Nancy Sanderson.] Absolutely.
