A boy’s man cave!
REMEMBER WHEN
by Guy Woodworth
In 1968 my aunt purchased a mobile home for my grandmother. After purchasing the lot next door Dad and I proceeded to install water and sewer and grade the lot. Before we could do this, however, there was an old mobile home cabana or shed that had to be moved.
I did some rather fancy talking with my dad to get permission to have it as my “camp”. We hauled it down next to the woods in back of home with a bulldozer and I started boarding up the open wall of it. Once boarded and covered I cut a hole and put a stove pipe through the wall and put in a sheet metal 5-gallon wood stove. Mom gave me an old couch and my gram gave me a table and two chairs. I had a kerosene lantern so I was all set. In the summer, it was a cool place to get away to and in the fall and winter, with the stove going it was a hangout Ricky and I both enjoyed. No it wasn’t a hundred miles from civilization but to us “guys” it may as well have been.
We didn’t know what a man cave was back then but when I see the word “man cave” I can’t help but chuckle. You see we had one but didn’t even know it.
Guy Woodworth of Presque Isle is a 1973 graduate of Presque Isle High School and a four-year Navy veteran. He and his wife Theresa have two grown sons and five grandchildren. He may be contacted at lightning117_1999@yahoo.com.
