Vegas and found out that he could get daily New York gold prices on the Internet and talk to other gold miners on e-mail,” Devlin was smiling at the memory.
“We came up one Sunday and the phone was hooked up and Dad was sitting at the computer, writing to some miner in Alaska. It was a hoot, I think he couldn’t wait for us to leave, he became an Internet junkie,” Margie too, was grinning at the memory of Dad that day.
“Well, anyway, here it is, I’ve been paying his Internet connection every month, you are online, his password is Goldbum1967,” Margie said.
“That was the year he and Mom were married. Guess that was easy for him to remember,” Devlin was talking and taking the computer out of the box.
In less time than it took to tell, the cabin was again computerized and hooked to the Internet. The whole works was nicely sitting on the freshly scrubbed floor.
It looked fairly ridiculous, but it worked if you were as tall as an ant.
The living room had windows with screens and would close. The entire cabin floor had been scrubbed with Margie’s buffer scrubber machine and then with her steam cleaner. Though it took most of Sunday and all of them working, the whole cabin looked fresh and without a doubt smelled better.
Devlin and Rocky made the new front steps Friday night. They fixed the kitchen floor, even though that meant working into Sunday morning to do it. While they worked on the floor, Margie did the window jobs because her knees do not crawl around on floors. She installed the mini blinds in the bedroom and the living room. Rocky slept in her old room the remainder of the night.
They loaded the old soft furniture from the living room into both trucks for a dump run on Monday morning.
The living room was clean and bare of furniture other than the computer.
Monday afternoon Rocky looked at her little home and decided that if she could possibly manage it, she wanted a darkroom out of that closet right there.
“What is that?” Rocky asked the air in the living room.
C hapter 6
S he saw a dredge outfit through the newly sparkling window. Her bare feet slapped down to the floor from the window sill.
“Is that dredge on my claim?” she said squinting her eyes down to judge the distance. Rocky flew out of the lawn chair and looked closely at the strange dredge in relation to her claim markers.
When her Father bought the place with the gold claim, he and the children celebrated by collecting rocks. The surveyor came out to the cabin with his transit to measure the five acres true boundaries.
The Clancy family spent days building three-foot high cairns at each corner of the property. They built one at each end of the claim on either side of the river. Devlin and Rocky spent most of the time selecting the right rock for each side of the cairns and their Dad did all the real work.
Rocky eyeball lined up the cairn at the river’s edge and the dredge in the river.
“Yeah, that dredge is on my claim,” she exclaimed.
Whistling up the dogs they met at the corner of the cabin as she ran upriver. She was on the bank across from where the big dredge was chugging away in the middle of her piece of the American River.
Rocky lunged into the river with the dogs running down the bank after her.
She yelled to the dogs."To me and guard."
.She heard both of them hit the water swimming. The three of them were swimming up to the illegal dredge. Rocky reached over and turned the dredge motor switch to off. She called the dogs; they turned and swam back into the shallows. Rocky intended to stand waiting until whoever was down there surfaced.
“Lovie, Phoebe, guard.”
She said that in a command, no nonsense tone of voice and immediately both dogs moved in front of her. They stood hock deep in water watching the river. The hair on their backs standing on end. The dogs were formidable. They scared the daylights out of her. Phoebe would hold until called off. Lovie would kiss the intruder after
“We came up one Sunday and the phone was hooked up and Dad was sitting at the computer, writing to some miner in Alaska. It was a hoot, I think he couldn’t wait for us to leave, he became an Internet junkie,” Margie too, was grinning at the memory of Dad that day.
“Well, anyway, here it is, I’ve been paying his Internet connection every month, you are online, his password is Goldbum1967,” Margie said.
“That was the year he and Mom were married. Guess that was easy for him to remember,” Devlin was talking and taking the computer out of the box.
In less time than it took to tell, the cabin was again computerized and hooked to the Internet. The whole works was nicely sitting on the freshly scrubbed floor.
It looked fairly ridiculous, but it worked if you were as tall as an ant.
The living room had windows with screens and would close. The entire cabin floor had been scrubbed with Margie’s buffer scrubber machine and then with her steam cleaner. Though it took most of Sunday and all of them working, the whole cabin looked fresh and without a doubt smelled better.
Devlin and Rocky made the new front steps Friday night. They fixed the kitchen floor, even though that meant working into Sunday morning to do it. While they worked on the floor, Margie did the window jobs because her knees do not crawl around on floors. She installed the mini blinds in the bedroom and the living room. Rocky slept in her old room the remainder of the night.
They loaded the old soft furniture from the living room into both trucks for a dump run on Monday morning.
The living room was clean and bare of furniture other than the computer.
Monday afternoon Rocky looked at her little home and decided that if she could possibly manage it, she wanted a darkroom out of that closet right there.
“What is that?” Rocky asked the air in the living room.
C hapter 6
S he saw a dredge outfit through the newly sparkling window. Her bare feet slapped down to the floor from the window sill.
“Is that dredge on my claim?” she said squinting her eyes down to judge the distance. Rocky flew out of the lawn chair and looked closely at the strange dredge in relation to her claim markers.
When her Father bought the place with the gold claim, he and the children celebrated by collecting rocks. The surveyor came out to the cabin with his transit to measure the five acres true boundaries.
The Clancy family spent days building three-foot high cairns at each corner of the property. They built one at each end of the claim on either side of the river. Devlin and Rocky spent most of the time selecting the right rock for each side of the cairns and their Dad did all the real work.
Rocky eyeball lined up the cairn at the river’s edge and the dredge in the river.
“Yeah, that dredge is on my claim,” she exclaimed.
Whistling up the dogs they met at the corner of the cabin as she ran upriver. She was on the bank across from where the big dredge was chugging away in the middle of her piece of the American River.
Rocky lunged into the river with the dogs running down the bank after her.
She yelled to the dogs."To me and guard."
.She heard both of them hit the water swimming. The three of them were swimming up to the illegal dredge. Rocky reached over and turned the dredge motor switch to off. She called the dogs; they turned and swam back into the shallows. Rocky intended to stand waiting until whoever was down there surfaced.
“Lovie, Phoebe, guard.”
She said that in a command, no nonsense tone of voice and immediately both dogs moved in front of her. They stood hock deep in water watching the river. The hair on their backs standing on end. The dogs were formidable. They scared the daylights out of her. Phoebe would hold until called off. Lovie would kiss the intruder after
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