I am a humble person because our parents come from entirely humble means. My dad grew up on a farm, in a home so outdated it predates the constitution. Growing up as a kid, our dad would tell us lots of funny stories about his childhood, including one about a racoon who would husk & eat corn from the field. When all of us lost power growing up in the south, our dad would tell us stories about losing power in a farmhouse in the north. I grew up in a condo in ‘69, & so I was forever fascinated by this antiquated farm house. When I would ask him how old the home was, he would tell me that it was technically older than this country. The home our father & his 3 brothers grew up in was built before the Constitution was even written. Their house was so outdated that it had a central fireplace–the fireplace is at the center of the farmhouse & has hearths on both stories in different rooms… So with one chimney, it heats numerous floors & rooms. Their fireplace was fantastic when the power went out during a awful winter storm, because they could live off just the fireplace… Even without the electric furnace, the house heated just fantastically with only the fireplace because it was designed to. The fireplace was also used to cook in, & had a sort of cut out in one side of the chimney near the living room which acted as an oven. Today I have to rely on a camp stove if I lose power, but I dream of an old condo like the one our dad lived in, where I can cook & stay comfortable even during a winter storm.