My first remembrance of a home was a 2 room shotgun house, with a bare lightbulb in the ceiling of each room. They worked when weather hadn't knock the lines down.
It was just me, and mom and dad.
Across the dam of a pond dug with a horse drawn Fresno was a 5 room house where my grandfather, grandmother, and dads 3 little brothers lived.
It had 5 lightbulbs.
We had no plumbing, just a bucket on the end of a well rope.
Raised everything we ate except, coffee, flour, salt, pepper, and sugar.
One old car between everybody, an old John Deere "poppin johnny", a Minneapolis Moline with a hand crank on the front, and a matched team of bay geldings named "Slim and Shorty".
Dad had a paint mare appropriately name "ole paint" that everybody rode if needing to go into town during wet weather.
Everybody ate good, and I learned at a real early age how to "chop cotton" and "hoe corn".
You didn't call the sheriff, cause nobody had a phone, and there wasn't much stealing cause thieves didn't last long.
Now at age 71, and 75, myself and Linda are moving to a county that has maybe 20,000 folks in the whole county, but most of both sides of the family less than 40 minutes away, that'll come at a dead run if we call.
Big mule deer, whitetail, turkeys, and antelope. There's more than a few rattlers laying around, a dammed up canyon full of water, and fish, and Mexican food on every block.
We can't wait to get away from Dallas, and everything its sending to my old hometown.