Thursday, November 19, 2009

"Can I have both eyeballs?"


Less than a week from now, the Long-Horn house will finally be put to use. Women will be going in and out of the house, walking across the street and heading to the hornos where piles of freshly chopped wood will be waiting. Carrying the traditional scent of outdoor smoke on their best aprons and their hair made up by the winter breeze, the women will cook all day and all night in either the Long-Horn house, the stew house or out by the hornos. The women have one task: to cook. The men will be out chopping wood, hunting game and getting things finalized for the big week, but before December comes, here's how the house is coming together in it's final week.



The men have been split into two groups: one to finish the inside of the Long-Horn house and the other to finish the stew house.


Once again, concrete is being made to build the stew house.



The men work as a team. Everyone has a job. From shoveling the sand into buckets, to lifting the buckets into the mixer, pouring concrete into wheelbarrows, and then pasting the concrete bricks on top of each other.



Two inseparable smoking brothers on their break.


Next to the stew house, A man has volunteered his time and skill to build three hornos. The base will be filled with rock, sand and ash.


Herrin is digging up rocks to fill up base of the hornos.


Inside the Long-Horn house, electricity is available and a wood stove is installed to keep the house warm during the chilly days.


A few of the men taking a break.


Eddie and Hiram are gluing wood together for the base of the windows. A small accent that will bring out the beauty of the house.


In the bottom floor bathroom, Gordon and Gordon have finished putting up the water proof dry wall and start cutting out the square for the window.


"Corn" inspects the Gordons's job.


Two men finish installing the insulation and dry wall on the second floor.


On the outskirts of the village, the women are preparing vegetable stew for dinner while a sheep is being butchered next door at grandma's house.


Grandma takes a break from cleaning what's left of the sheep.


The sheep's eyeballs are always fought over by my 7-year-old nephew and my grandma. Soon, there will be plenty of mutton stew and sheep head to go around.

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