Let Me Tell You All About...
When Et Ux and I had been married scarcely a week, her brother called and jokingly said, "Now that you're married, let me tell you all about how to handle women ...." I interrupted him with, "But,BIL, you've been married, what?, four times. Why on earth would I be listening to what you have to say about women?"
I just don't understand why I always got the impression my in laws weren't fond of me.
I'd early and always understood that our economic system in this modern age is based on individual dependence and looked for a personal alternative. When I began to investigate the notion of homesteading, I read all I could about it and a pattern began to form.
I will refer you to the reading assignments in an earlier post. The homesteads of the first three as described in the first group of books (You Can't Live on Radishes , Small Farm in Maine, Far Out isn't Far Enough) were begun with money from outside the homestead which was reckoned and depreciated as part of the cost of the homestead. The homesteads were sustained by outside funds while attempting to replace those funds with money generated by homestead endeavors. In other words, they mixed the coinage. They did not attempt to let the farmstead grow organically at Nature's pace but tried to set it up all at once. They used machines to do the heavy (and hurried) labor. Work and homestead yields were reckoned in terms of their cash equivaltents. Each of these three homesteads set up a suburban style life with a suburban style job, suburban sytle house, suburban style vehicles, suburban style ammenities. Each tried to make up for lack of success by adopting rare breeds, rare cultivars, or novel speculative methods.
The second group of homesteads described in The Good Life, Fat of the Land, and Payne Hollow set up a homestead from funds they had from whatever means and wrote them off completely. They each kept a separate accounting of the sustainable subsistence life and what they earned by trafficking with the outside world and seldom mixed them. Their operations started simply supported by the natural resources they had at hand. None of them used machines. They only mention cows, goats, chickens, corn, potatoes, cabbages, etc. in generalities rather than some particular breed or cultivar.
Since reading these and a couple score other books along the same lines and many years of observing attempts at homesteading and watching homesteads come and go, and having a bowing acquaintance with the lifestyle myself, I have had some basis on which to form some opinions and expectations. The six homesteads described in the six books of my bibliography tell it the best.
You see, another difference between the first three and the second three is this: The subsistence occupants of the second group died on their farmsteads at a respectably advanced age. Anna Hubbard died on the Payne Hollow homestead in 1986 at the age of 84. Two years later her husband Harlan, having declared that life without Anna was a waste of time, died at a friends house where he had been staying for four weeks, the only time spent off his homestead. He was 88. Only last year John Jeavons died on his farmstead in Ireland at the age of 90. Scott Nearing died in the house he and Helen built and in his final decline they warmed him with wood he had himself cut and fed him food he had himself raised. He was 100 years old. Ten years later Helen died in an auto crash just outside the Forest Farm homestead at the age of 90. All success to the very end. All living examples and proof that a quiet, sane lifestyle embracing a right livelihood can be had for all of one's life into extreme old age.
The other three? Who knows or is likely to note their passing. You see, they all failed at homesteading, gave it up, and were writing about it years later from the same persepctive as my BIL.
I have outlined this series of posts because homestead success or failure seems to be almost formulaic. I thought you'd like to know. At least a few of you.
I just don't understand why I always got the impression my in laws weren't fond of me.
I'd early and always understood that our economic system in this modern age is based on individual dependence and looked for a personal alternative. When I began to investigate the notion of homesteading, I read all I could about it and a pattern began to form.
I will refer you to the reading assignments in an earlier post. The homesteads of the first three as described in the first group of books (You Can't Live on Radishes , Small Farm in Maine, Far Out isn't Far Enough) were begun with money from outside the homestead which was reckoned and depreciated as part of the cost of the homestead. The homesteads were sustained by outside funds while attempting to replace those funds with money generated by homestead endeavors. In other words, they mixed the coinage. They did not attempt to let the farmstead grow organically at Nature's pace but tried to set it up all at once. They used machines to do the heavy (and hurried) labor. Work and homestead yields were reckoned in terms of their cash equivaltents. Each of these three homesteads set up a suburban style life with a suburban style job, suburban sytle house, suburban style vehicles, suburban style ammenities. Each tried to make up for lack of success by adopting rare breeds, rare cultivars, or novel speculative methods.
The second group of homesteads described in The Good Life, Fat of the Land, and Payne Hollow set up a homestead from funds they had from whatever means and wrote them off completely. They each kept a separate accounting of the sustainable subsistence life and what they earned by trafficking with the outside world and seldom mixed them. Their operations started simply supported by the natural resources they had at hand. None of them used machines. They only mention cows, goats, chickens, corn, potatoes, cabbages, etc. in generalities rather than some particular breed or cultivar.
Since reading these and a couple score other books along the same lines and many years of observing attempts at homesteading and watching homesteads come and go, and having a bowing acquaintance with the lifestyle myself, I have had some basis on which to form some opinions and expectations. The six homesteads described in the six books of my bibliography tell it the best.
You see, another difference between the first three and the second three is this: The subsistence occupants of the second group died on their farmsteads at a respectably advanced age. Anna Hubbard died on the Payne Hollow homestead in 1986 at the age of 84. Two years later her husband Harlan, having declared that life without Anna was a waste of time, died at a friends house where he had been staying for four weeks, the only time spent off his homestead. He was 88. Only last year John Jeavons died on his farmstead in Ireland at the age of 90. Scott Nearing died in the house he and Helen built and in his final decline they warmed him with wood he had himself cut and fed him food he had himself raised. He was 100 years old. Ten years later Helen died in an auto crash just outside the Forest Farm homestead at the age of 90. All success to the very end. All living examples and proof that a quiet, sane lifestyle embracing a right livelihood can be had for all of one's life into extreme old age.
The other three? Who knows or is likely to note their passing. You see, they all failed at homesteading, gave it up, and were writing about it years later from the same persepctive as my BIL.
I have outlined this series of posts because homestead success or failure seems to be almost formulaic. I thought you'd like to know. At least a few of you.


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Thanks Eleutheros. (from one of the "few") Well wishes.
Regards.
Thank you for taking the time to write this series of posts and for the reading recommendations. I've made it through the first group and had previously read the Nearings' book.
I look forward to continuing to read about your thoughts and experiences of homesteading.
Hi,
I'm over here at your place because a friend of mine (the Settler) thought you had some good things to say. I would have to say I agree.
You were a little hard on Bil though. I have found that I learn more from my failures then my successes. Perhaps Bil's 'advice' could be accepted as good examples of what not to do? You know, hear him out.. and then do the opposite.
Just my two cents.
R.G.
R.G., if BIL had been with his current wife at the time for ten years and was in a stable relationship, perhaps. That marriage only lasted a few more months.
No, learning from your mistakes means that you change, do something different. Not doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result, and blaming everyone but yourself when you don't get it.
By the bye, he now HAS been married to the same person for over ten years. But I've now been married much longer than that to the only person I've ever been married to. I give him advice now.
Actually, it was his wife I gave the advice to and, as we say here in the mountains, she 'jerked a knot in his tail'.
Nice comparisons. I would point out that the Hubbards were in their 40s when they began their subsistence life together. Sometimes, it takes a while to cut those strings.
Which is not to advocate putting off the cutting of the strings, just acknowledging that for some it takes a while and for most, it never happens.
Yes, and Nearing was nearly 50, although he grew up in rural Pennsylvania and had been party to many of the skills he needed when he and Helen moved to the Vermont mountains. John Seymour was also in his 40's when he made his stand at the Broom and he brought with him fewer skills than did the Hubbards or the Nearings. And remember that Nearing also pulled up stakes and started completely over in Maine when he was in his 70's.
I don't read too much into that, though. All those people we are talking about were born almost 100 years ago (Nearing 120 years ago). They didn't spend their childhood in idleness, stress, and bad nutrition. It would be a genuinely hard thing for today's typical "Pilsbury Doughboy" to suddenly take up hand tools and do the work of the subsistence farmer.
All the more reason to make a start where ever one finds oneself.
I have been reading Payne Hollow aloud to my wife. It is good the chapters are short as there is much there to chew on. One thing missing though from the Nearings (I think) and the Hubbards is children...
Many of us reading your posts are probably "homers" to start with - one criticism I have received has to do with somehow "limiting" my children. I prefer to view it as giving them a head start....
Doug, I get the same thing, htat I am 'limiting' my children.
The very funniest one was from a woman who said she wanted her children public school indoctrinated because then, when they were adults, they could choose to work for IBM or to be subsistence farmers whereas if they stayed on the farm their choices were limited.
It's just the opposite. Having never been indoctrinated that they can't know anything unless an official 'teacher' has plugged it into their heads, my children don't know that learning anything (and I mean anything) is supposed to be hard. So when the time is right, they simply slurp it up like a sponge instantly and go on.
But most of all I notice the poise and swan-like character of children raised in Nature and away from indoctrination. When my children are around the products of government school, the contrast is stark. The latter seem to relate to the world by pushing and boorishness as a matter of course. They have a consumerists attitude at an alarmingly early age and live their lives paranoid about what others think of them.
Yes, I suppose that in light of that, my children are limited -- thank the gods!
You know, Seymour had children and they were by his side when he died in his own house on his own farmstead, not stashed off in a nursing home somewere.
Do I have to do the whole reading assignment, or can I skip to the second set? I read Small Farm in Maine and, although she writes well, it just felt hollow and I got ohhh so-o-o tired reading it. There were a few glimmers of light in there when she talked about the pleasure of the work itself, but it was like she couldn't hear her own message.
Garth had a curious observation about learning, this morning, after an adventurous attempt at singing a fairly simple round-style hymn kinda fizzled, and I was feeling the weight of responsibility for it (as choir director/organist/strongest voice in the place). He said our education system is designed to teach as much as possible, as quickly as possible, and as a result people assume that learning is easy. What they don't learn is: how to learn.
I guess I would say that most people probably think learning is hard, unless you have an expert to feed you the facts in just the right way. What they don't develop, because they don't get the practise, is the natural easy skill at just slurping up what they need to know.
The central lesson of publick skools is not just that learning is hard. Worse, it's that the important tasks are those assigned you by those in authority--either teachers or bosses--and that any self-assigned task is to be trivialized as a "hobby" pursued in your "spare time." The skools also teach that the way to get ahead is to find out what the authority figure wants who is capable of advancing your career, and then jump through all the hoops necessary to get their approval.
The publik skools were originally created to satisfy the factories' need for "human resources" trained to be punctual, line up on command, and eat and piss at the sound of a whistle. They still serve the needs of employers, but the skills taught these days are the kind of bureaucratic toadyism and careerism needed in a corporate bureaucracy.
And if you don't internalize such lessons fast enough, you're likely to be either expelled for violating some "zero tolerance" policy, or drugged into submission pursuant to an "Oppositional Defiance Disorder" diagnosis.
These kinds of "skills" (limitations, rather) are very, very hard to unlearn.
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