Logging

The loggers are down here now....Tom checks on them everyday hoping for a chance to run a few skids of wood.  Technology has changed things so much from Tom's days in the woods, I think he just wants to see if he can do it.  (Run the new and bigger equipment)

He is always challenging his brain...in some instances he has learned to do things different.  Like slow down and do things in steps.  Therefore only having to remember on thing at at a time. ( He can only do this with things he already knew how to do before Alz.)

 Anyone knowing Tom before must be chuckling here.  You would never use Tom and patience (slow down) in the same sentence.  He even laughs about it.

Tom often talks about when he was just a small fry, logging with his Dad.....They used horses then.......  "Gosh I was just little then.  Their names were Greta and Bell...... Dads' horses.......He use to put me on their backs and let me ride with them dragging in a skid of wood." 

You could see in his eyes that the image in his mind was crystal clear....... and he chuckles....... "One time after feeding and grooming the horses I took Bell, the black one, for a ride down the rode and back.  On the way back she took off running and wouldn't stop.  Dad stood in the middle of the road waving his arms trying to stop her and was yelling jump, jump ..... " What did you do?" I asked.  "I jumped........Gosh I was just little then.........."

"Now look how they move wood like it's nothing.............."  What they can move in one day today would have taken half a winter to do back then................