1956 Shasta- every measurement is different

This is my favorite model. My last one, the walls were so bad that I had to use the skin as my template. These are just so rare I am glad your going to save it.

Since I took the cover off my hands smell like Ham.

nccamper,

One of the things that attract may hubby and me about old things is the known, unknown and unknowable stories behind them. Our house once had a precursor of a SWAT team descend on it in the middle of the night to capture several men who had stolen and hidden iweapons from the nearby military base in the attic. Or the one about the very proper lady who had a pump organ in the “parlor” and asked a male neighbor if he “would like to come play my organ.”

But there are also the stories we get from camping. Just walking across the ground on the property where we keep Hamlet half the year, it’s impossible to ignore the large bumps and humps that make walking difficult (ancient trees that died and turned into nurse logs) and the huge stumps of old growth trees that are rotting away. I wonder about the lives of the men who sawed them down, working in clothing that got thicker with age from sap, and the families that waited at home for hem, not knowing their fates.

We know little of Hamlet’s story except that he had spent time as a hunter’s flop. So I imagined several stories and wrote them down for our grandkids. Your Shasta has several years more history than Hamlet does. I wonder what stories it could tell.

The old ones always stink.