to be, but he still remembers where he keeps the notebook he writes things he wants to remember is. He takes out his little book and asks the girl if the names Andrew and Caroline mean anything to her. She is so happy she hugs him and asks if she can ride in the van he is in. That is not a problem for us. We just want to make sure we don’t leave anybody that would like to come with us. On the way back we get to know our new friends quite a bit better. We get to tell them about the things we have done, we are not sure that they believe us or not, but they will get to see for themselves soon.
When we pull into the yard and everyone sees the truck load of building supplies, they all want to know what our next project is. When they see our new friends, they forget the supplies for at least a few minutes. The young girl’s parents are here, it is a very emotional reunion for them, as it is for several of the new people with those we brought back last time. Once everyone is taken care of, and has a place to live, we can finally relax for a little while and discuss what we can do with the wheat grindstones we found. Billy, Tim, Rod, Tom, Frank, and the others are all excited to hear about our good fortune. We are discussing how much electricity the grinding wheels are going to take when the children come over and show us a picture of a wheat mill being driven by the current of a river.
We decide to take a walk to the river a short distance away and see if that is feasible. The river has a slow, but steady current and none of us can see why we couldn’t make a paddle wheel to turn the large stones. The women are excited to hear that they may be able to grind a large quantity of wheat at a time, instead of having to spend most of a day grinding the wheat before they can make bread or rolls. We take the prints and instructions we have and start to formulate a plan to build a wheat mill. We decide to at least get part of the building up before we bring the stones back. Ken and Gary have had some drafting experience, so they volunteer to draw up the plans for our mill. While they are doing that we measure the barns to see if we can fit any of the offices we found at the mill.
Several of the young single men in each family have built a rough barracks kind of room in the lofts of a couple of the barns. With the weather turning colder we decide we should probably insulate and make the rooms more comfortable for them. With the number of people we are finding to join our groups we are starting to run out of housing within a distance that we can defend. It may be that I am thinking about this problem when I go to bed, or it may be some sort of revelation, but I dream that we have a solution to my concerns. We already have a sketch of the layout of each of the groups in our family. At breakfast I explain to Dayna, Robin, and Melissa, along with all the children what my half formed plan is. In my dream we built several houses mostly out of cinderblock and brick, but they did not exactly look like the average house.
The houses we built were one story with the doors in the middle of the building. The buildings were straight and big enough to house several families if need be. Inside they had a large living room, dining room and kitchen that was an open area. Off of that, there were bedrooms going both directions. I recall seeing at least four rooms on each side of the main area with bathrooms in the middle between the rooms. Each house also had a tower that was approximately thirty feet high that could only be accessed from inside the house. That would be for defense purposes, plus could be used as a lookout post and could be fitted with a radio to keep in contact with the other houses. The best thing about them is that they were along the road we live on heading toward Ryan’s group, and some the other direction toward Doc McEvoys group.
After listening to what I have to say Dayna says she had the same dream, Robin and Melissa say that