from a trading post's perspective

I am coming to you from a cold evening here in my hometown of Chambers Arizona. I have been thinking of writing  a story about my life for a few days now. So I grabbed my Big Chief tablet and a pencil and thought I'd write it down for you. I love my tablet and pencil unfortunately I'm in an isolated area where the only sources of light I have are the sun or at night a kerosene lamp. Oh those things are a pain got to be careful not to "smoke the globe" my mom gets mad when that's done. Speaking of my mom and dad I love them dearly. Their names were Mr. Dotch Winsor and his wife my mom Alberta. They were really good people all the people that passed by here and occasionally they went to see really liked them. There are lots of stories i've heard over the years. Sometimes my memory gets a little foggy after all I am eighty years old as I write this. I spent the first part of my life here in the isolated desert living a pretty simple life including no electricity and modern things. I never even got a chance to go to school the closest one was a long ways away. So my writing may not be the best I learned all I could from every one that came to see me and my family. I had a really close pet growing up and still have him today. I call him "Jack Rabbit" he's a bunch of company to me during the quiet days and nights I spend here. There once was a very nice road that ran right by me for many years. It had a big sign nearby me that had Route 66 on it. I guess it was a big road that ran along ways. People that stopped by to visit me talked about places called California, Illinois, Missouri, and Texas. They told me stories of gold, canyons, and teepee motels just to name a few. I never got a chance to go to many of these places. My family and I stayed very busy with visits by all the travellers passing through. So they became very important to me. One trip I have some fond memories of I made was to something called an ocean in a state I had only heard of and read about California. We had family there and went to see them a few times. It took a long time to get there. But those were good times I saw plenty of those Route 66 signs along the way. However as I got older I noticed people quit coming to see me very often and the road that used to be busy was pretty quiet and I found out the people in government had built a new thing called an interstate. I didn't know what that was and honestly didn't want to. It took most of my friends away. As time went on and I got old I started to fail in my health like many my age their skin gets brittle, bones get frail and many other ailments happen. I very thankful the past few years there are people stopping by to see me more often. A few at first then a couple of years back I had a visit from my doctors they came in droves with all sorts of medical supplies and doctor equipment. I thought "house calls" were a thing of the past but I guess not. They even brought an ambulance with them it was red and black with official looking stickers on it. Thank goodness I didn't have to ride in it they just stayed here for several days and doctored on me. I feel much better now. They said they would make another house call in a year that time is almost here. I am getting tired and hungry and need to feed Jack before I go to bed. I'm keep my ear open to hear the medical team coming very soon to check on me. Till we talk again have a great night.