Deliberate Agrarian Update: 30 November 2009



On this last day of November, 2009, Thanksgiving is still fresh in my mind. Many people think the Pilgrims came to America for religious liberty. That is not entirely true.

Four years ago I posted an essay to this blog titled Pilgrims & The Christian-Agrarian Exodus of 1620. I recommend that essay to you for a perspective on the Pilgrims (the perspective of the Pilgrims themselves) that you have probably not heard anywhere else (certainly not in the government schools). The Pilgrims were religious and cultural separatists. Their inspiring example is not just for Thanksgiving.

As Novembers in upstate New York go, this one now past was exceptionally pleasant. There was little of the blustery wind, biting cold, and snow that are typical of our Novembers. While I do like the change of seasons, along with the snow, and even the bitter, purging cold of winter, I don't much like the length of the cold season we typically get here. A couple of weeks would be sufficient for me. Perhaps this winter will be a short one.

-Robert’s Deer 2009


My son Robert spent a good portion of November in Bangor, N.Y., which is way up near the top of the state. He was helping a crew of guys install a network of tubing lines in a 4,000-tree maple sugar bush. Robert would get home on Friday nights and be up and out hunting before sunup the next morning. That’s dedication. This year he got his first deer with a bow, as seen in the above picture.

-Processing Pumpkins


I grew a single pumpkin plant in my garden this year. I used my Whizbang Squash Planting Secret to get the plant off to a good start, and it yielded up several big pumpkins. The picture above shows just some of the pumpkins from that one plant (the stems were chewed off by our Marlene’s beagle)

Our family has never celebrated Halloween, so we don’t make Jack-O-Lanterns out of our pumpkins. But we still carve them...



We cut all the pumpkins in half, scraped out the seeds, and chopped them into small chunks.



We then sliced the skin off each chunk, filled a stock pot with a steaming plate in the bottom, and cooked the pieces until tender. Marlene mashed up the soft pumpkin chunks and packed the puree into freezer bags—three cups to a bag.



Marlene makes a simple baked pudding with our homegrown and home-processed pumpkin puree. It tastes like pumpkin pie but there is no crust. All the ingredients are wholesome. It is simple, good food. Here is the recipe:

3 cups pumpkin puree
1/2 cup maple syrup
1/4 cup honey
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ginger
1/2 teaspoon salt
3 eggs, slightly beaten
1 cup heavy cream
3/4 cup milk

Blend ingredients. Pour into 1-1/2 quart casserole dish. Bake at 350 degrees for 55 to 65 minutes (or until the tip of a knife in the center comes out clean). This recipe is a modified version of This Online Recipe

As for the pumpkin seeds, they don’t go to waste. They are washed, drained, boiled, seasoned, and baked. Homemade pumpkin seeds not only taste good, they are nutritious. Marlene tells me (with a big smile): “They’re good for your “prostrate.” Here’s A Recipe.



-Twenty-Nine Years


Marlene and I celebrated our 29th year of marriage this month. Our union is strong, and true, and we feel greatly blessed to have each other.

It is, however, bittersweet to look at a picture of ourselves together in middle age. The freshness and vitality of our youth has faded. If I could post pictures of us from 29 years ago you would see what I mean.

They say that adolescence, the transition between being a youth and being an adult, is a difficult time, and I suppose it is. But middle age, that time when you face the limitations of advancing age and transition into “elderhood,” is also a difficult time of life.

I’m quite certain that I’m more thankful at my age than when I was younger. The perspective of years gone by brings a greater awareness of, and appreciation for, God’s grace and mercy, and the many undeserved blessings He has bestowed upon myself and my family.

-Land Update


If you have been reading my monthly installments here, you know we are trying to buy a small section of land adjoining our rural 1.5 acre homestead.

At this point, we and the neighbor have finally agreed upon a price for a portion of the land. It is less land than the three acres I hoped to get. I estimate that is a bit over two acres.

The agreement is only verbal at this time. Now the neighbor must get approval from the bank (mortgage holder) to sell this portion of their seven acres. We are offering a premium price. The bank should approve it. But I suspect the bank will also want most of the money. I don’t know how that will factor into the outcome.

The picture above shows a portion of the stream that runs through the property (and on behind our house). Out of view to the left is a portion of field that has very good soil. I have plans for that good soil, but I’m trying not to count my chickens before they hatch. I do hope we can get this resolved before Maple Syrup Makin’ Time in the spring.

This next picture shows a view of the field from what would be the new property line. A road is to the right. The house and shop in the distance is our place. The shop (building on the left) is actually the international headquarters of my home business, Whizbang Books. The acquisition of this land would give us many times more tillable land than we now have.



-My New York Times Op-Ed


Last month I mentioned that I sent a n Op-Ed article to the new York Times. They didn’t publish it. But that was no surprise. The big surprise would have been if they did publish it.

In the cacophony of ideas and schemes being offered up to solve America’s numerous problems, the agrarian “solution” I proposed in my NYT Op-Ed piece would come across to most modern Americans as just plain absurd.

After all, agrarianism and industrial modernity are diametrically opposed. But, as I explain in the Op-Ed, industrialism is not compatible with individual liberty, and is therefore un-American.

You can read the editorial that never was here: My New York Times Op-Ed Article

-Wendell Berry Speaks
Here is a good place to interject a dose of quotations from Wendell Berry...
"Let us have the candor to acknowledge that what we call "the economy" or "the free market" is less and less distinguishable from warfare."
"We are going to have to gather up the fragments of knowledge and responsibilities that have been turned over to governments, corporations, and specialists, and put those fragments back together again in our own minds and in our families and household and neighborhoods."
”But once greed has been made an honorable motive, then you have an economy without limits. It has no place for temperance or thrift or the ecological law of return. It will do anything. It is monstrous by definition."
"A corporation, essentially, is a pile of money to which a number of persons have sold their moral allegiance."
"A man with a machine and inadequate culture is a pestilence."
"The promoters of the global economy...see nothing odd or difficult about unlimited economic growth or unlimited consumption in a limited world."
"For the sake of “job creation,” in Kentucky, and in other backward states, we have lavished public money on corporations that come in and stay only so long as they can exploit people here more cheaply than elsewhere. The general purpose of the present economy is to exploit, not to foster or conserve.”
"When going back makes sense, you are going ahead."



-Exemplary Farms

I’ve written here in the past about An Exemplary Farm. To my way of thinking, exemplary farms are small, diversified, family farms that employ organic and sustainable farming practices and direct-market their products to the community around them. This month I learned about another exemplary farm not far from me.

Paul and Maureen Knapp (along with their three sons) operate Cobblestone Valley Farm in Preble, N.Y. If you want some inspiration, check out their web site. Oh, by the way, Cobblestone Valley Farm now processes their poultry with a Whizbang plucker.

Another farm operation that I’m impressed with is up in West Topsham, Vermont. The Walter Jefferies family at Sugar Mountain Farm raises hogs on pasture and they are currently building their own on-farm hog processing facility. It is an impressive undertaking.

-As Maine Goes...
I've heard it said that "as California goes, so goes the nation," which means that whatever happens in California will eventually happen in the rest of the country. That's downright scary. I'm hoping that as Maine goes, so goes the nation, particularly relating to dairy farmers:
By Associated Press
October 12, 2009 9:18 AM

BAR HARBOR, Maine - A group of organic dairy farmers in Maine has formed its own company with its own brand of milk.
Shoppers soon will be able to buy MOOMilk — short for Maine's Own Organic Milk — at stores in Maine and Massachusetts.

This is great news and you can read the story at this link: True Yankee Ingenuity Launches MOOMilk

-Processing Ducks


A friend here in my town contacted me a few days before Thanksgiving asking for help. He had someone lined up to process the turkeys and ducks he had raised but they backed out. Would I be able to help him? I said I would help him, if he was willing to help me with the work and learn the process.

So my friend showed up early on Saturday morning with four turkeys, three geese and a dozen Indian Runner ducks. I have processed a lot of chickens and turkeys in the past but never a waterfowl. So this would be a learning experience for me too.

Well, I can tell you that if chickens and turkeys were as difficult to pluck and process as ducks and geese, I would not be raising my own chickens every year!

But I would like to get a few Indian Runner ducks (like shown above). My friend says they are great for bug control in the garden. And the turkeys he raised were heritage breeds. Beautiful birds. If we get that two acres, I’ll be raising turkeys again.

-Make Your Own Handle Rub


If wood-handled tools are given an annual coating of the homemade “rub” shown in the above picture, they’ll last longer and feel more comfortable in your hand. I show and tell how to easily make your own wood-handle preservative in this online essay: Make Your Own Planet Whizbang Handle Rub

And speaking of the Planet Whizbang, I am now selling completely assembled Planet Whizbang wheel hoes. Details Are Here. This simple, efficient hand tool is the thing to have if you are growing a big garden. So I’ll be giving mine a real workout if we buy that land.

-Back To Bee Keeping


Years ago, I had bee hives. I wrote about my beekeeping in these essays:

Earl The Bee Man & My First Hive

Can You Feel The Energy?

Unfortunately, after two good years, a mite infestation killed off my hives. I gave my hive boxes to Earl the Bee Man because I had so much else going on and was discouraged with beekeeping.

But I have missed having bees. We sure did like harvesting our own supply of honey. And having bees around really does make a difference in the garden. I might have had twice as many pumpkins from this year’s one plant if I had better pollination.

That being the case, I have decided to get myself more bees this spring. But I will not buy the typical hive boxes as I did in the past. Instead, I’m going to simplify the whole process by making a couple of top-bar bee hives as explained at this web site: The Barefoot Beekeeper.

Top bar beekeeping is not well suited to a large-scale bee enterprise. You could say it is less industrialized and more traditional. Of course that appeals to me. I just want honey for my family. Why should beekeeping bee so complicated and expensive to get into? Well, it turns out it doesn’t have to be. Stay tuned....

-Cider Vinegar Update


The above picture of our cider-vinegar-in-the-making (see previous monthly posts for more details) shows that the gelatinous mother has formed very nicely on top of the cider. This is biological progress. There is a faint vinegar aroma to the jar, but the liquid has not clarified. We shall see what happens next month. Be sure to stop back for the December update.

-My Newest Piece Of Yeoman Furniture


Last month I showed a picture of a cabinet (which I call Yeoman Furniture) that I was making in my workshop. The cabinet is now finished and pictured above. It is made of 3/4” pine boards with a 1/4” birch plywood back. I also used a length of simple cove molding from the lumber yard.

I painted the cabinet with a layer of red milk paint. Then I painted on a coat of thinned Elmer’s glue. Then I painted on a coat of black milk paint. The layer of glue was supposed to cause the black paint to “crackle” so the red undercoat showed through. Well, it didn’t crackle. I must have thinned the Elmer’s too much. Or maybe I’ve got the wrong thing in my mind. I thought for sure I read somewhere in the past that Elmer’s glue would cause crackling.

In any event, I distressed the edges with sandpaper, applied some stain (a mixture of a couple of old cans in my shop), and finished off with a coat of beeswax handle rub (the same stuff I talk about above).

The cabinet will go in our bathroom when I finally get it remodeled (progress has been slow on that front). This kind of furniture is remarkably easy to make, has down-to-earth character, and can take a beating. In fact, the more distressed it is, the better it looks. It is also, above all, functional. As a bonus, it should be a family heirloom someday. I hope one of my children will put it to good use and maybe even hand it down the family line even further.






-A Sobering Question
It has been rightly said that the government that robs from Peter to pay Paul, can always count on the support of Paul. As a result, Paul becomes a dependent citizen. The government likes it that way. Dependent citizens are easier to control (see my NY Times Op-Ed mentioned above). But in light of the economic reality we are facing, this sort of arrangement is surely not sustainable. What will happen when all the dependent Pauls of America don’t get their subsidy? I think we're going to find out.

-The Focus of This Blog
The underlying theme to this blog since I started it over four years ago has been to present the wisdom of pursuing an agrarian life and provide my own life as one example. My writings have been a call to action. I’ve endeavored to encourage and inspire others to do something in the face of a destructive modern culture and the impending destruction of our modern economy.

I do not advocate “survivalism” here. I advocate agrarianism, which is a permanent way of life (it is not something I’m “trying out” for a season). My motivation for living a deliberate agrarian lifestyle is my Christian faith. I’m of the mind that God created His people to live within the agrarian paradigm, and I’ve written about this here in the past.

Christian agrarianism is a form of separatism. Like the Pilgrims of 1620, Christian agrarians of today eschew cities and, more to the point, the ungodly culture of the city, which now, by way of the media, permeates our entire nation like never before in history.

Furthermore, Christian agrarians are focused on reclaiming a greater degree of personal subsistence and sustainability which comes with working the land responsibly and laboring to supply our physical needs. In short, we are endeavoring to simplify our lives and break away from total dependency on the industrial providers.

The way it looks to me, the “powers that be” and all their wise men are helpless to find genuine solutions to the mess that they’ve created. So be it. We must find our own solutions as individuals. With that in mind, the agrarian path provides a positive direction and genuine solutions.

-I Get Mail
A surprising number of people find their way to this blog. And a surprising number of them write to say how the things I’ve written here over the past years are affirmation of what they have been feeling. This blog is encouraging to them, and their words are encouraging to me. A recent example is this excerpt from a fellow named Bob in West Virginia:

I am so blessed to have found your blogs.  They have allowed me to focus my efforts into something other then a hobby.  I have over the last couple years started a garden, got a small flock of laying hens, and planted a few fruit trees on my 1.19 acres.  All very haphazardly, looking to be a little less of a drain on the world that God has given us to be stewards of.

I have been a follower of Jesus for about eight years now and with study and guiding from the Holy Spirit I have felt that this world we live in is going down hill fast.  I have found a few books and quotes that when I heard them and some of your writings they all clicked with what the Lord was trying to tell me.

The first thing that got me started was a book by Steve Farrar: "Point Man - How A Man Can Lead His Family." He traces the collapse of the family to the industrial revolution, with fathers being lead away(by the lure of $) from the family for 8,10,&12 hours a day.  The family/agrarian lifestyle was a apprentice program for our children to learn the tools of life and we have strayed from that model as I also found at your blog.


What I found particularly interesting about this letter is the reference to the book, “Point Man.” I read that book many years ago and it had quite an impact on my thinking. I believe the author’s explanation of how the industrial revolution was responsible for destroying the family structure may have been a significant factor in preparing my mind to see the wisdom of more seriously pursuing the Christian-agrarian lifestyle. Then came the writings of Howard Douglas King that I found in “Patriarch” magazine.

-It's A Wonderful Life


Every year at this time I look forward to watching the Frank Capra movie, It's A Wonderful Life. I've written about my appreciation for this movie in the past at this link: It's A Wonderful Life—It's A Wonderful Movie

Also, be sure to check out my Most Challenging "It's A Wonderful Life" Trivia Challenge in The World



-What Can Be Done On One Acre Of Ground
As I’ve said in the past, we can learn from and be inspired by the old farm almanacs of the 1800’s. This particular selection is an example of that. It comes from Robert B. Thomas’s Old Farmer’s Almanac of 1851.

The editor of the Maine Cultivator published, in his useful paper, his management of one acre of ground, from which we gather the following results:—One third of an acre, in corn, usually produced thirty bushels of sound corn for grinding, besides some refuse. This quantity is sufficient for family use, and for fattening one large or two small hogs. From the same ground he produced two or three hundred pumpkins, and his family supply of dry beans. From a bed of six rods square, he usually obtained 60 bushels of onions; these he sold at $1 per bushel, and the amount purchased his flour, Thus, from one third of an acre and an onion bed, he obtained his breadstuffs. The rest of the ground was appropriated to all sorts of vegetables for summer and winter use; potatoes, beets, parsnips, cabbage, green corn, peas, beans, cucumbers, melons, squashes, etc., with fifty or sixty bushels of beets and carrots, for the winter feed of a cow. Then he had also a flower garden, raspberries, currants, and gooseberries, in great variety, and a few choice apple, pear, plum, cherry, peach, and quince trees.

Some reader may call the above a “Yankee trick;” so it is, and our object in publishing it is, to have it repeated all over Yankee land and everywhere else. If a family can be supported from one acre in Maine, the same can be done from every other state and county in the Union.


-1853 Farmer’s Calendar Selection
The old farm almanacs typically had a short “Farmer’s Calendar” essay for each month of the year. The essay that follows, titled “Thanksgiving,” gives you an example from November of 1853. I love the old farm almanacs for excerpts like this.

This is the month in which the people of New England, in imitation of their ancestors, are accustomed to keep a Thanksgiving festival, in grateful remembrance of the blessings of the year. “I will rejoice and be glad in Thee, and will celebrate the name of the MOST HIGH.” And have we not all reason to rejoice and give thanks? “The husbandman now counts his sheaves, and reckons up his abundance. Do we not now live upon the gifts of summer and autumn? And with what activity has Nature labored, in those delightful seasons, to accomplish the beneficent views of the Creator in favor of man! How many flowers and plants hath the spring caused to bud; how many fruits hath the summer ripened; and how many harvests have been gathered in autumn! At present, Nature has completed her designs for this year, and is now going to enjoy a sweet repose.” We will be thankful, then, for all these signal blessings. Sing, ye farmers and husbandmen! wake, wake into gratitude, and join in lauding HIM who “makes the grass the mountains crown, and corn in valleys grow.”


See you next month......

Deliberate Agrarian Update:
31 October 2009

It’s always nice to come back here at the end of the month and write about what’s going on in my life and in my mind...

Basic Graduation
The big news here in October was that my eldest son graduated from Army basic training at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. I am greatly pleased that he made it through basic training! Marlene and our other two sons flew out for the graduation. I kept the home fires burning. Everything went well with the four day trip. Here is mother and son:



And here is a picture of our three boys together:



Now our son is in the Army artillery and learning how to operate a MLRS

My Op-Ed In The Times
In a first for me, I decided to write an Op-Ed article for the New York Times. I put quite a bit of work into it and mailed it off three days ago.

I understand the Times gets 1,200 unsolicited Op-Ed articles a week. Supposedly, they read every one. If they publish your Op-Ed, they pay you $450 for it. According to their web site, if I don’t hear from the Times within three days after they get my submission, I can safely assume they are not going to use it. In other words, “Don’t call us. We’ll call you.”

This is Saturday, so I should get a call or e-mail from the Times on Monday, or maybe Tuesday at the latest.

Hope springs eternal in the heart of every writer who submits an article for publication, even when the odds are entirely against you. If they print my piece, a lot of people will be introduced to a countercultural perspective on the subject of individual freedom and how to get America back on track as an independent nation. And if they don’t print it, I’ll still be able to say I once wrote an article for the New York Times.

My inspiration for the Op-Ed came from the following Thomas Jefferson quote, which I read this past month in Jefferson’s book, “Notes on Virginia.”:

“Dependence begets subservience and venality, suffocates the germ of virtue, and prepares fit tools for the designs of ambition.”

If the Times does not publish my piece, I may send it elsewhere (any suggestions?) or just publish it here next month.

I Started Another Project
While my family was in Oklahoma, I tore out our one bathroom. It was 25 years old and in embarrassingly deplorable condition.

When Marlene and I built our home, I had very little building trades experience under my belt. The house was framed good and solid, but I didn’t fully understand venting of drain pipes. As a result, our bathroom drain system has been problematic over the years. So, with portions of the floor ripped up and walls removed, I corrected that situation.

The tub I bought way back then cost me all of $39. It was made of thin pvc plastic, surrounded underneath by Styrofoam. That tub is now history. I installed 320 solid pounds of enameled cast iron tub in its place. No more flexible tub for us.

My plan was to get the bathroom mostly done while everyone was gone. It didn’t happen. But I made good progress. It might be half done.

Back In The Day
I used to be a professional remodeler. Kitchens and bathrooms were my specialty for the last ten years of my career. Those were the self-employment years. I’ve remodeled hundreds of kitchens and bathrooms in my life, and I was once very efficient at it.

I had inventory checklists and bins of plumbing and electrical parts. The idea was to have everything needed on hand when the job started and not have to run to the store for anything during the work day. The objective was to quickly tear out the old and install the new with minimum mess and maximum quality. My help and I pretty much attacked every job. But that was over a decade ago.

This past month, working by myself, remodeling my own bathroom, I was forced to come to terms with a new reality. At 51 years old, my capacity for work is not what it once was. My productive ability is in decline. It occurs to me that I am a lot like America these days. It’s enough to get a guy down.

The biggest blow was when I had to drive to the hardware store four times in one day to get plumbing parts. I still have the skills, but I’m not a professional remodeler any more, and I don’t suppose I ever will be again.

Land Update

The above picture, taken two days ago, shows the section of land we want to buy. The post in the right corner of the picture is our property line. 300+ feet of road frontage up the road (a road is on the left) beyond that post is what we may buy. Our new property line would be this side of the clump of tall pine trees in the distance. It is not a sure thing yet. Negotiations are progressing slowly. We think there may be an agreement this next month. But maybe not. If not, we will continue to be thankful for, and content ourselves with, the 1.5 acres we now have.

But if this land does come into our possession, I will be planting a small apple orchard along the top of the new property line in the spring. And there will be blueberries too. Marlene is reading up on hogs. We think we see a couple of homegrown (and home-processed!) hogs in our future. In short, we will proceed to expand our subsistence lifestyle and continue to lessen our dependence on the industrial providers.

I Lost My Bible...

The picture above is of my well-worn Bible on top of my well-worn $600 Nissan Sentra. I’ll tell you about the business card shortly.

Last Sunday, I drove the Nissan to church and when I got there, I couldn’t find my Bible. Then I remembered that I had set it on top of the car back home. I figured that it fell off along the road somewhere. So I drove home after church looking closely, but I didn’t see my Bible and I figured it was gone.

A couple days later, a lady in Auburn, NY called. Auburn is a city about 1/2 hour away and it is where my state prison job is. She had my Bible. My name was not inside and no church bulletins or other papers were inside, but there was a business card.

The business card was for a pastor from Village Missions, a ministry devoted to “Keeping Country Churches Alive.” The minister had come to our church a few months ago. The woman called Village Missions, they figured out what church in the area their pastor had visited, and gave the woman the name and phone number of a contact person at our church. The woman with my Bible then called and they figured out that it was probably mine (because it was found on the road I live on).

So the woman called my house and spoke with Marlene. Her husband had found my bible on the road as he was putting up snowmobile trail signs that Sunday morning. He was compelled to pick it up because “You can’t just leave someone’s Bible laying in the road.”

I stopped by the woman’s home after work this last week. It was a very nice home in a development on the outskirts of the city, and she was a very nice lady. In the process of thanking her for what she had done, she mentioned the business card. I commented to her that she did a lot of “detective” work to locate me. Then she said something that really touched my heart: “Well, it really looked...loved.”

This dear woman had gone to considerable effort to track me down and return my old, worn Bible because “it really looked loved.” How’s that for a nice story!

A Remarkable Splitting Axe
My son James (who turned 15 while in Oklahoma) split our supply of firewood this year. He used a new splitting axe I bought based on the recommendation of a man I work with. It is a Fiskars splitting axe with a 4.25 pound head. Item #7854. I bought it brand new for $43.20 (shipping included) on Ebay.

This splitting axe is—without a doubt— the best hand tool for splitting firewood that I have ever used. It is light, comfortable, and amazingly effective. The 28” handle is a tad short and takes some getting used to but the splitting ability of this axe is awesome. My friend raved about how great the tool was, and he wasn’t kidding.

An Old Agrarian Mystery Tool

The same man who told me about the Fiskars splitting axe also told me about the tool pictured above. he says he used it on the farm when he was a kid. Another older guy I work with said he remembered his father using such a tool on their farm back in the 1940s and early 1950s. Before I provide details (in the comments), I’m wondering if any of you readers can identify it?

Whizbanged Applesauce (Part 2)
Last month I referred you to my newly-posted essay on the subject of making Whizbanged applesauce. This month I want to let you know that I have posted the second and final essay in the series. Whizbanged applesauce is made using a Whizbang Apple Grinder, which you can see at work in This Whizbang Cider Photo Gallery. Now here’s the link: Whizbanged Applesauce: The Delightful Conclusion of The Matter

More Yeoman Furniture

My bathroom remodeling project this month involved tearing out some built-in cabinetry. The new bathroom will have a piece of Yeoman furniture—a freestanding pine cabinet sized to fit in the spot where it will be going.

I expected to have the cabinet all made and finished before starting the bathroom but, once again, I overestimated my ability (actually, my ability to do these things is impaired to a great degree by the demands of my Whizbang Books business). So the cabinet is now in my workshop (as seen in the picture above) awaiting it’s finishing touches.

The finish I have planned will consist of a base coat of red milk paint, followed by a layer of crackled black milk paint. Then I will distress the wood a bit and apply some rubbed-in layers of boiled linseed oil.

Marlene is not enthusiastic about my idea of a cracked black finish with red showing through. But that’s my vision for this family-heirloom-in-the-making, and I think (hope) it will be okay in the end. I’ll have another picture for you next month.

Making Cider Vinegar

We decided to make three gallons of apple cider vinegar this year. I have written about homemade cider vinegar here in the past, back when I was first learning how to make it happen. Check out this essay if you are interested:

My Cider Vinegar Experiment: The Remarkable Final Report

The picture above shows this year's batch of future vinegar up on a shelf a few days after filling the jars. You can see that a layer of sediment formed on the bottom. Here is a picture of a single jar:



To make the vinegar, we simply filled the one-gallon jars with homemade whizbang apple cider. Then Marlene added two tablespoons of vinegar from last year’s fermentation. Even without adding this “starter” the vinegar will make itself. Introducing some live active culture just helps get the process going faster. Then I simply tied a piece of nylon curtain material over the top. That’s it. Now we allow nature to take its course.



The picture above shows the vinegar as it is now (a month after the previous pictures). Biological activity has caused the cider to froth up in the past couple of weeks, as evidenced by the dirtied cloth. Hmmm.... let's take a look underneath:



Oh! Wow! That's nasty looking! That pile of "crud" (that's the best word I have to describe it) you see in the picture is soft and dry and floating on the liquid. Around the perimeter of the floating crud mass is a clear, gelatinous formation, which I would say is the developing vinegar "mother." The jar smells like wine.

I will report on the progress of the vinegar (and show a picture) in next month’s letter. It will be two months old then.

Potato Harvest 2009
Marlene and I dug three 50-foot rows of potatoes one pleasant afternoon in October. I manned the fork. She assisted by grabbing the spuds as they were revealed. After two rows my back ached so I laid down on my back on the lawn by the garden. It felt good and Marlene laid down beside me, her head on my arm, our eyes closed, the bright autumn sun warm on our faces. Rest always feels better after you’ve done physical work, and I am fond of reclining directly on the earth.

After awhile, our two dogs came over to investigate. Looking up into the face of a 12” high (at the shoulder) beagle sniffing over your face is a perspective I had never experienced before.

Those potatoes, some red, some white, all beautiful, are now stored in the basement of our house. It’s a good feeling to have a few bushels of potatoes in cold storage for the winter. Here’s a view from the basement stairs.



Not visible in the picture are net bags of Copra onions hanging from the floor joists. LOTS of onions.

By the way, I’ve always wanted to boil down a pot full of onions and make onion butter, but I’ve never done it. Has anyone reading this ever made onion butter?

Planet Whizbang Wheel Hoe Sale

From today until the end of the year I am selling Planet Whizbang wheel hoe metal parts kits at a significant discount. Since introducing my FREE internet wheel hoe plans back in May of this year, many people have made their own wheel hoe and you can read some of the feedback at www.PlanetWhizbang.com.

For details about this unprecedented sale, CLICK HERE. Also, while you are at the PlanetWhizbang web site, be sure to check out the custom engraved wheel hoe handles that Todd Macijauskas makes. Todd’s handles, along with a Planet Whizbang wheel hoe kit, would make a great gift for any serious gardener.

If you are a member of a gardening group on the internet, or have a blog, and could mention the completely FREE wheel hoe plans, I’d appreciate it. Thank you!

I Made A Clamp

I was reading in Nancy Bubel’s excellent book, Root Cellaring, about storing root crops in an outdoor “clamp.” The idea of keeping carrots and beets through the winter without lugging them into the basement or canning or freezing them appeals to me. So I have made one carrot clamp in my garden, as shown in the picture above.

The clamp consists of a shallow hole (maybe 8” deep and 36” around) dug into the soil of my garden. I put a layer of leaves from my yard into the bottom. In the center I stood up a bundle of dried goldenrod stalks. Around the base I placed four beets and a bunch of carrots that I had just dug from the garden. Over the vegetables I placed more leaves, along with some straw I had on hand. Then I heaped a lot of soil over it all and smoothed it off.

Peasant and native people throughout history have stored various foods in such clamps. I think I am something of a peasant. Hopefully my clamp will work.

Come January or February (mid winter) I intend to open my clamp and see how well my vegetables fared. Stay tuned.

America, God Shed His Judgment On Thee
I feel compelled to add a bit of social and economic commentary this month...

I heard someone on the radio the other day say that the recession is now over. Oh, really? It would appear that hope for financial recovery springs eternal in the hearts of modern Americans, even when the odds are entirely against such a thing.

Anyone who thinks that we’re going back to the ersatz prosperity of America’s recent former days is not looking at reality. Sorry. It’s just not gonna happen. That doesn’t mean we can’t be optimistic. There are other, more important things to hope and trust in, and be optimistic about. But the return of “American-style” prosperity (characterized by extravagance and waste) is not one of them.

America has been a prideful and arrogant nation. Pride comes before a fall. Now we are falling. A lot of people saw this coming and took it seriously. I was writing about it four years ago.

So this is a time of humbling for America, but I’m not sure this country realizes that yet. I fail to see much humility in America these days. The pride and arrogance is still there, but it is now mixed with a measure of fear, and masked with anger. This is, I suppose, the beginning stages of the unfolding new world reality we are heading into.

I know what it is like to be humbled by God. I’ve experienced loss, helplessness, on-my-face-before-Him surrender, and sincere humility. It is not pleasant. But I’ve also experienced a realignment of my heart and mind and life as a result, and that was a positive, life-changing (for the better) thing.

The way I see it, America has now seen some loss and a little helplessness, but we still have a long way to go. In the end, I don’t know if God will preserve this nation (He owes us no favors), but I do know, and I am very thankful that His grace and mercy most certainly flows into the lives of individual people who humble themselves before him. After humility comes repentance. Then comes a spirit of thankfulness—for even the littlest of blessings. And there also comes an optimism grounded in wisdom and truth, not selfish lusts and desires.

My Swedes


My garden is desolate (as you could see in the clamp picture above) but I planted a small patch of swedes and they are still green and growing. "Swedes" is an old word for rutabagas. Swedes are often mentioned in the old farm almanacs (circa 1850) and I had no idea what they were talking about for awhile. It so happens that most every farmer in the northeast grew swedes as winter food for their cattle.

My mother always cooked a rutabaga for Thanksgiving dinner. Only Thanksgiving dinner. This is my first year growing swedes—just a small patch. I hope to have homegrown rutabaga for Thanksgiving dinner next month.

Old Farm Almanacs
I had great plans for my blog at www.OldFarmAlmanacs.com but, alas, I have done nothing with it after a flurry of postings. I still love and collect the old farm almanacs and have a stack of them by my bedside. Here is a short excerpt from one of them for the season we are in. This is from the "November" page of Thomas's 1857 Old Farmer's Almanac:
Now see that all your loose boards, clapboards, and shingles, are tacked fast, for old winter begins to to scowl upon us. Secure your potatoes from frost. Many potatoes were ruined last year for want of warm cellars. Thrash out your barley. Take in your cabbages. Rack off cider, and mind to have a clean cask to put it into, and don't drink too much of it.
And here is another tidbit, this one from the November entry in Thomas's 1856 almanac:
...But hark! from another part of the forest we hear quite a counterpart to it. High cocked upon some limb with brush upraised, sits the little malapert squirrel, making the neighboring wood resound with barking and saucy clamour. The most provident is he of all quadrupeds; and why not copy his example, as well as that of the ant? He is no sluggard, no loafer. Both his meat and drink are such as nature provides for him, and he never fails to lay them up in store against a time of need. He seeks no dainties, visits no grogshops, or loitering-places. He rises early, and goes to bed in season. His digestion is easy, and he is free from dyspepsia.
They sure don't give advice like that in farm almanacs these days!

Lord willing, I'll see you here again next month.

Deliberate Agrarian Update:
30 September 2009

September. Back to school. Fifth grade. Puppy love. Her name was Julie. I was too shy to talk to the girl. I just pined from afar. Then, one day, in the cafeteria, at lunch time, I came up with a plan.

I would wait until my beloved was done eating, and when she took her tray up to the window to turn it in, I would do the same. Then, while turning in our trays together, maybe, I would muster up the courage to say... “Hi.”

She got up from her seat. So did I. She started walking across the cafeteria, up in the front. I hurried to catch up. We were walking there, side by side, to turn our lunch trays in... together. It was a good plan. It was going to work. Then something I never expected happened.

The floor was wet. I slipped. My feet went right out from under me. My arms, with the tray and all that was on it, went up over my head. Everything, including me, was airborne. I landed on my back. My head hit the floor.

It was an amazing fall. I can still see it clearly in my mind’s eye. I can see it because the exact instant it happened, I turned to Julie to say something, and she slipped too. She was airborne too. Her tray and contents went flying up and behind her too.

It was a terrible, embarrassing, beautiful synchronistic choreography—the two of us, at the exact same instant, in mid air.... together.

I retrieved my tray and its scattered contents. Two “lunch ladies” hurried over to help and asked if we were okay. My head hurt, but I said I was okay. I made my way back to my seat. My friend Mike Burke had seen it all. I’ll never forget what he said: “Man Herrick! That was cool! You hit the floor like a B54!”

Strangely, that is one of the only memories I have of fifth grade, and I have no memories of elementary school prior to fifth grade. None. I don’t remember my teachers at all. I don’t remember anything I did in school. Maybe hitting my head was a mind erasing event. Almost all my school memories begin in sixth grade, in Mr. Quirk’s class.

Whatever the case, that episode in the cafeteria, forever etched into my memory 40 years ago, has, for some odd reason, flashed before me as I reflect back on this month of September 2009.

The Goal Of Education
Episodes of lovelorn adolescence are par for the course in the government school system. It’s practically part of the curriculum. But homeschooled children typically miss out on this kind of social interaction.

Some people think that homeschooled kids are deprived of “proper socialization.” That, in fact, seems to be one of their strongest arguments against homeschooling. What a laugh. Government school social interaction is nothing more than social indoctrination.

As a follower of Jesus Christ, I can not help but look at education (including the social interactions of my children) differently than the mainstream. The primary focus of educating my children is much at odds with that of the secular world.

The government trains its children to get a good job. A good job is generally defined as one that makes a lot of money. The more you make, the more “successful” you are. Students who go on to ever higher levels of education, and actually do make a lot of money, are held up as shining examples. I dare say that, in practice, most of modern Christianity goes along with this perverted definition of success.

Few and far between are those who define success for themselves and their children apart from high paying jobs, the acquisition of material goods, and the social prestige that accompanies such status.

This subject is on my mind after reading a short essay titled, “Workin’ For Da’ Man,” by David Queener in the current issue of “Every Thought Captive,” a publication of Highlands Ministries. Here is an excerpt (the bold emphasis is mine):
For Christians, the goal of education is godliness. Whether we primarily use our heads, our hands or some combination thereof for snagging our daily bread, the primary goal is to glorify God vocationally with the works of our hands. As the Apostle Paul puts it, “Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage” (Gal. 5:1). Our desire should be to see our sons educated, and many of us post-college men re-educated, to be free men, not worker bees groomed for life in a secure, socialist hive, but prepared to aspire to that entrepreneurial liberty which grows out of spiritual liberty.

Of course there is nothing wrong with working for someone else, especially when that someone is a brother. A man named Onesimus comes to mind here. It’s noteworthy that the proper exercise of authority is first learned in submission to authority. As Jesus himself put it, the Son of Man came to serve, not to be served (Matt. 20:28). And that is part and parcel of the secret of success, whether in business as the owner or as a faithful employee.


Educated To Be A Free Man
I must say, I especially like that part about educating sons to be free men. Such fundamental and preceptual thinking corresponds with my instruction to my sons (which I’ve written about here in the past) to learn as many useful manual skills (including marketable trade skills) as possible so they don’t grow up to be helpless men—so they can care for and provide for their families without being totally dependent on the Industrial Providers. In time, a home-based business is the ideal. It is the yeoman principle that I wrote about in Chapter 29 of my book Writings of a Deliberate Agrarian, and in the beginning of my blog essay titled Yeoman Furniture & My New Woodbox.

That said, I believe one of the best (if not the best) ways to teach sons to be free men is within the agrarian/homesteading/farmsteading way of life. Such a lifestyle, genuinely lived, provides plenty of opportunities for boys and young men to learn to be resourceful and independent. It is also a way of life that nourishes and strengthens families that pursue this path.

And there, in part, would be a glimpse into my culturally antithetical definition of success: to raise and nourish a strong family on the land, living simply, providing for your own needs, involving the whole family in this work, and having a home business. Bearing that in mind, my hope is that, in time, my boys will one day fully embrace and fully pursue, on their own, the simple, deliberate, Christian-agrarian lifestyle they have grown up living.

I’ve come to realize that all three of them will not do this right away. Perhaps none of them will. But one thing is for certain... they’ll never forget the rich, wholesome reality of being brought up within this way of life. The wisdom of it will, in its time, manifest itself to them much more clearly. This will, I have no doubt, bear good fruit.

Which brings me to a pertinent excerpt from the book, The Gift of Good Land, by Wendell Berry:
If we make our house a household instead of a motel, provide healthy nourishment for mind and body, enforce moral distinctions and restraints, teach essential skills and disciplines and require their use, there is no certainty that we are providing our children a “better life” that they will embrace wholeheartedly during childhood. But we are providing them a choice that they may make intelligently as adults.


An Example
I recently read an internet story about a man who had a job in a factory doing maintenance work. He was laid off from his job. But this man was not helpless. He started his own handyman business. He did not want or need unemployment insurance from the government. This man was equipped and motivated to enjoy what Mr. Queener terms “entrepreneurial liberty.” Here is a quote from A Lost Job and a New Life:
Of course, Patrick’s transition was possible because he has marketable skills. He works with his hands, owns the tools of his craft, and can meet the needs of people who are willing to pay for his services. Writers as disparate as Matthew Crawford (Shop Class as Soul Craft), Hilaire Belloc (The Restoration of Property), and Wendell Berry (The Gift of Good Land) have argued that there is a kind of independence that can be achieved through the manual arts and the ownership of one’s land or tools that is not possible when one is part of the so-called information economy. That independence is clearly a bracing sort of tonic, one that Patrick finds exhilarating.


Front Porch Republic
If you clicked on the link to the previously mentioned essay, you found yourself at an internet magazine titled Front Porch Republic (FPR). I bookmarked the site and have been perusing through past articles. There is an underlying agrarian and distributist philosophy in the social/political commentaries at FPR, which explains why the site has captivated my interest.

One of my favorite writers, Allan Carlson, a cultural historian and author of The New Agrarian Mind is a writer at FPR, as is Caleb Stegall, who formerly edited “The New Pantagruel,” which some of you may remember.

There is a particular style to the Front Porch Republic writing. I guess I would call it “educated” or "intellectual." Unlike my blog writings, which tend to be personal, unharnessed, unvarnished, and direct, FPR writing is much more proper, and the writers are far more erudite than I. Nevertheless, it would appear that all that education has not destroyed the collective common sense of the group ;-)

The Capitalism Debate
I sometimes listen to conservative talk-radio. More and more I hear capitalism being defended by these vocal conservatives against what they see as ever-expanding socialism. The rhetoric will undoubtedly increase in the days ahead as the Michael Moore movie Capitalism: A Love Story comes out in theaters. I understand the movie is an indictment against capitalism. Beyond that, I don’t know much—like, for example, I don’t know what Moore thinks is a good alternative to capitalism.

Personally, I grew up believing in the virtues of capitalism. It seemed to me to me that capitalism was as American as apple pie and morally superior to any other economic system. But, in recent years, I’ve come to understand that capitalism is a flawed economic system, and I’m not willing to defend it. That’s because Capitalism is, for all practical purposes, a failure. Recent events in the economy and the continuing crisis have made that clear. Capitalism is certainly not an economic system founded on biblical principles.

That isn’t to say that I think socialism or communism is better. Not hardly.

Conspicuously absent from this mainstream discussion of economic theories is any acknowledgment or discussion of distributism, which is fundamentally agrarian and appears to be far more biblical than any of the other contenders.

Distributism is nothing new. It was advanced by G.K. Chesterton and Hilaire Belloc a hundred years ago. It was espoused by the Vanderbilt Agrarians in America in the 1930s. I dare say that if Thomas Jefferson were alive today, he would be a proponent of distributism, not capitalism.

It behooves those of us who care about economic theories (and the subsequent real-world consequences of these theories) to better understand distributism vis-à-vis the other options. One way to do this is to head over to the aforementioned Front Page Republic web site. There is a fellow there named John Medaille who has written several fine articles about distributism. Fact is, I find within Mr. Medaille’s collective essays, a timely, clear, perspicacious, and powerfully compelling apologetic for distributism.

In his essay titled Building The Ownership Society, Medaille writes:
Since the current system is not sustainable, it will be reformed, one way or the other. The only question is whether we shall get out in front of the collapse and begin an informed movement towards sanity. Since the Enlightenment, the world has experimented with laissez-faire capitalism, socialism, communism, Keynesianism, and mercantilism. While each of these systems contains some partial truth, they are all insufficient to the whole truth. All of these systems have been weighed in the balance of history and found wanting. It is time to return to a more natural system, and that is system is, I believe, distributism, or something very like it.


In Capitalism as an Unnatural System, Medaille rightly points out that: ”...capitalism is the condition of dependence on the market for one’s very subsistence.”

Here is a quote from The Economics of Distributism (Part 1): Does Capitalism Work?
History shows, beyond any reasonable doubt, that the growth of capitalism and the growth in government go hand-in-hand. Big capitalism and big government are not, as in the popular imagination and the economic treatises, things opposed; rather, the one grows on the back of the other, and the more you get of one, the more you will need of the other.
Mr. Medaille's essays can be found At This LInk

Abe Lincoln: Anti-Agrarian
I must recommend one more Front Porch Republic article: Abe Lincoln and the Destruction of Place:
Abraham Lincoln had a clear vision for America that was embodied in the beliefs of the early nineteenth-century political party called the Whigs.
The Whig party defined itself against the yeoman, decentralized, small-scale republican perspective of Thomas Jefferson...
The Northern victory was a triumph of Lincoln’s Whig vision for the country. Economically, the South would need to reject their “backward” agrarianism and rebuild their economy by mirroring Northern industrial capitalism.

Lincoln had his good points. But destroying the agrarian culture of the South was not one of them. The Civil War was principally a war of Northern industrial, political, and cultural aggression. Slavery was, of course, immoral and a tragedy, but it was beside the point. The South had a right to leave the Union. That’s the way I see it, and I’ve looked at it pretty closely.

Cultivating Freedom
Joel Salatin has been in the media a lot lately and it is good to see. I recommend you read an article about him in the current issue of “The American Conservative” magazine. Here is an online link to the article: Cultivating Freedom.
“The research coming out of the land-grant universities is a mouthpiece for the corporations,” says Salatin, who argues that conventional models don’t account for energy consumption: “We can produce more per acre on a fifth of the fuel as the industrial food system.”
Surveying his customer parking lot, Salatin says, “It’s absolutely typical to have three Obama bumper stickers alongside three that say, ‘Abortion stops a beating heart.’” He is encouraged by the movement’s broad appeal, but laments that he cannot convince more of his fellow churchgoers not to “stop for happy meals on the way home from the pro-life rally.”
Moreover, agribusiness, like so many sectors of the economy, is dependent on the foreign oil that keeps America entangled in the Middle East: “We’re fighting a war on the other side of the side of the world to maintain cheap oil so we can maintain an energy-intensive industrial food system,” he says.

Scott Moved & More Joel
Scott Terry, who inspired me to start blogging years ago, has up and moved his blog to a new location. The change corresponds with his family’s move to another farm in northern New York state. His old blog was titled “Homesteader Life.” It is now, North Country Farmer (not to be confused with Tom Scepaniak’s blog, “Northern Farmer” which is now Christian Farm And Ranchman).

I recommend you bookmark Scott’s blog and check in every so often. His recent post about the tomato blight here in NY was of great interest to me because my tomato crop was devastated too. But Scott had one heirloom tomato variety that was totally unaffected by the blight.

Another post by Scott provided a link to an interview of Joel Salatin by Franklin Sanders. It is an excellent interview and you can read it here: Rebirth of The Family Farm and the Household Economy.

“Household economy” is another term for what Allan Carlson calls the “family economy” and I have written about that subject in Chapter 11 of my book, Writings of a Deliberate Agrarian, titled “Returning To The Family Economy.” That chapter begins as follows:
We live in an industrial economy. Some say we are actually now in an information economy. If so, it is still part of the industrial paradigm. In such an economy, the typical family is not a producer of goods. It is a collection of individual consumers. This is the way the industrial providers like it to be. They want everyone to be dependent on them. But that is contrary to the historical pattern. For hundreds of years prior to the industrial revolution, families were self-reliant, integrated units of efficient production. This historical model of family-based production is referred to by historians and economists as the family economy.
There are direct connections between this subject of the family (or home) economy, education, homesteading, learning manual skills, and even having a home business. It all ties together.

(And, amazingly, if you read the two Salatin links above, Joel mentions both capitalism and Abe Lincoln!)

Oh, by the way, I’ve written here (back in 2005) about Franklin Sanders: The Agrarian Moneychanger

Basic Training Report
Those who are regular readers here know my oldest son is in Army basic training in Oklahoma. He will graduate next month. Judging from the letters and a few phone calls, basic training has been a good experience for my son. Among other things, he is learning about submission to authority (see the David Queener quote above).

Letters from home are very important to a recruit in basic training. They are also an opportunity for this father to communicate things that I have not been able to communicate in recent years. With almost every letter, I’m including selected blog essays I’ve written here in the past. This son has not read my blog much. Now he is. The first blog essay I sent him was The Sermon I’ll Never Forget.

When I last spoke with him on the phone he told me he is sharing some of my blog writings with a couple of friends. He told me that “One Step At A Time” (from "The Sermon I’ll Never Forget) is how he is getting through basic training. He said that when it gets difficult, he thinks to himself “One Step At A Time.” This makes my heart glad.

I have shared with him numerous essays about our family history, like, What My Grandmother Did For Me and The Story of My Grandfather’s Ring (I will one day give the ring to this son). I sent him my personal testimony found in A Reflective Ramble About Salvation & Prayer. And I was able to communicate my beliefs about money in A Missive on The Prosperity-Driven Life.

He told me on the phone, “I like your letters Dad. Please keep sending them.” Yes, this military experience is getting off to a good start.

(By the way, This 3-minute You Tube Video by John Piper (I’ve mentioned it before) remains the most powerful denunciation of the “prosperity gospel” that I’ve ever seen. I watch this short clip often.)

Thinking Back
When your boy grows up and joins the military, you can not help but entertain a reverie of memories. In one letter from home, I told my son that I remember when he was a newborn baby, upset and crying, and I rocked him to sleep in the old rocking chair my grandmother gave me. She told me that my father had rocked me in that rocker when I was a baby. And that my grandfather rocked my father as a baby in it too. And that my great grandfather rocked my grandfather as a baby in the same rocker.

Here is what I remember clearly (and told my son): When I rocked him as a little baby in that rocker I spoke the words of Psalm 91 to him (I memorized the whole Psalm when I was in my early 20s). I patted his back, and rocked, and thanked God for this precious firstborn child, and I spoke Psalm 91 to him...and he would calm down and listen. On several occasions I did this. I told him as a baby that it was his life verse. And I told him as a 21-year-old Army recruit that it was his life verse.

I sent him a copy of Psalm 91 and I told him that the part I liked best is in the end, when God speaks:
“Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him securely on high,
because he has known My name.
He will call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and honor him.
With a long life I will satisfy him
And let him see My salvation.”



Whizbanged Applesauce

If I were less rooted in a place, and more driven by the desire to be wealthy, I might go on the State Fair circuit. Ginsu knives and Magic Chamois can’t hold a candle to my Whizbang apple grinder. It easily grinds apples to a fine mash for pressing in the Whizbang cider press. But that’s not all..... LOOK..... It even makes applesauce!

Whizbang Business Notes
My part-time home business, Whizbang Books, has, by the grace of God, grown to a point that pleases and surprises me. It is not prosperous enough that I feel I can (or should) leave my full-time job, but it is getting to that point.

This last month I added Whizbang cider press parts to the list of Whizbang items I make and sell by mail order. My Whizbang cider press plan book was reviewed in the latest issue of the MOFGA newspaper. And GRIT magazine is selling the book in their current issue.

Better yet, the current issue of Mother Earth News magazine has a letter from Gina Underwood in Nebraska recommending my Whizbang chicken plucker. And Mother also published a letter from me recommending people to my web site, www.HowToButcherAChicken.com.

As noted in previous blog essays here, I dreamed about having my own mail order business even as a teenager. Now I have it and I can tell you that such a business, operated from a rural home, employing inexpensive marketing and selling options on the internet, is a viable way to bring in some income. Mail-order is, in fact, an ideal business for rural dwellers.

Plucker Finger Entrepreneur
Three years ago I helped my son Robert get started selling rubber plucker fingers by mail order. I posted this essay telling about his new business. And then I posted this page to my Whizbang Books web site.

Well, some days Robert gets more orders for fingers than I get for all my other Whizbang products. His little plucker finger business, closely linked to mine, has been remarkably successful, and a great learning experience in many ways. He has not spent a cent of his plucker finger earnings in three years (except to pay taxes) and now has enough money to pay tuition to just about any trade school he wants to go to (he’s thinking he would like to learn to be a welder), or he has a nice nest egg to invest in some other enterprise. This simple mail order chicken plucker business has been a real blessing!

I have told you this to encourage you if you have an interest in starting a home-based mail order enterprise. The internet makes it easier than ever.

Remembering Lyman Wood
Most people don’t know who Lyman Wood was. I dedicated my book, Anyone Can Build A Whizbang Garden Cart too Mr. Wood. Here (for those who do not have the book) is what I wrote:
This book is dedicated to the memory of

Lyman P. Wood
1910-1996

Lyman Wood was a down-to-earth mail order entrepreneur. In the 1960s he helped found the Garden Way manufacturing Company.

In the 1970s, under Lyman Wood’s leadership, the Garden Way Company expanded to supply a burgeoning back-to-the-land movement with books and informative bulletins about country living. Garden Way also marketed a variety of practical tools, including the Troy-Bilt rototiller, and the distinctive two-wheel Garden Way cart.

Mr. Wood developed and promoted the concept of Garden Way living, a philosophy of life that combined basic Christian principles, with rural self-sufficiency, voluntary simplicity, environmental responsibility, and Jeffersonian agrarianism.

At the foundation of his Garden Way philosophy were Lyman’s Five Rules For a Happier Life: Be thankful always. Be giving always. Be forgiving always. Be self-helpful always. Be faithful always.


Garden Way was a remarkable success story. I remember, back in the mid 1970s, going to the Garden Way store in Burlington Vermont. That’s where I bought a Garden Way cider press kit. I bought several garden way books. I even bought a Troy Bilt tiller from Garden Way. Then the company wasn’t there any more. I always wondered what happened to it.

I found out what happened a couple years ago when I bought a copy of the book, What a Way to Live and Make a Living: The Lyman P. Wood Story.

If you have an interest in the mail order business, get yourself a copy of the book. It is not a complete how-to. It is more of a biography of Lyman Wood and of his businesses (most notably, Garden Way) but there is a lot of advice from Lyman about getting started and being successful in mail order.

For example, beginning on page 136, you will find Lyman’s advice for how to move into mail order successfully. Here is #1 of eight “suggestions to remember”:
Start small. Don’t give up your job. Work out of your house. Don’t borrow money or sell stock if you have to give up control of your business. Test on a small scale before you launch a big business.

There is a cart-load of valuable wisdom packed into those few sentences. Lyman Wood speaks from experience when he says not to sell stock and give up control of your business. That was the undoing of Garden Way. The company was hugely successful (reaching 1,100 employees and 100 million dollars a year in sales) when, in 1982, there was a carefully-planned coup. At the annual Class A stockholder meeting, the first order of business was reelection of the board. A board member announced: “I represent 51 percent of the shares of the company and we are presenting a new slate of directors.” Translation: “We are taking over this company.”

A vote was taken. The meeting adjourned. The new directors went to an adjoining room and elected new officers. They returned shortly and handed out termination notices. Lyman was given the choice of resigning within the month. He chose not to and was terminated....from his own company.

Garden Way was never the same. A few short years later, the company was completely liquidated.

Personally, I wouldn’t want the headaches of a huge business like Garden Way. All I want is a home-based mail order business with no employees, except my family. Even with such a humble goal, I felt Lyman Wood’s story, as presented in the book, was full of inspiration and useful advice.

You can read more about the book and Lyman Wood at this web site.


My “Wife-Slave” & Redneck Family
As noted here in the past, the most-read internet essay I’ve written is Backyard Poultry Processing With My 11-Year-Old Son (he is now 14). It is also the most commented-on essay. And it is the most contentious essay. This came to light again in the following comment that was posted there last week:
Your 'kid' is going to grow up and maintain that same sexist, sadist "real man" attitude you are forcing down his throat now. It is a shame that you allow these animals to bleed out while they are thrashing in pain. You are a sick family and that goes for your son as well. I hope someday your 'wife' slave wakes up and sees you for the lazy, cheap, no talent thing that you are.

Animals have the same pain tolerance that we do, just because you are larger gives you no right to torture them as you are doing. I will be reporting you and your son to the HSUS as well as checking into the zoning and slaughter regulations in NY. If memory serves, you have to be following some very strict guidelines as well as health/safety rules as well.

Possibly an education and real future for your kid may be in order instead of giving him the life of a backwoods redneck like you have settled for.

Real men don't have to compensate for what they 'lack elsewhere' by torture and violence, but again, I guess in the redneck world, they use what they can, right?
As you might imagine, this comment was a source of lively conversation in our household. There is a lot of entertainment value there.

Marlene found the “wife slave” terminology amusing and has used it in conversation a few times. I myself now occasionally (and fondly) refer to her as “wife slave.”

Marlene wondered what the guy would think of this essay (with pictures): The Fun, Fast Way to Skin a Deer. My son Robert commented that: ”I’d rather be a "real man" than eat lettuce and rice the rest of my life.” And there was some general confusion among both my sons who consider the term “redneck” to be something of a compliment (“That guy thinks calling someone a redneck is like an insult?”).

What’s a Redneck?
Here’s one definition I found on the internet:
In modern usage, redneck predominantly refers to a particular stereotype of whites from the Southern United States. The word can be used either as a pejorative or as a matter of pride, depending on context.

The redneck stereotype:
The term redneck is seen by some people to be both racist and classist, as it was originally used to describe a person of pale skin that has been sunburned doing outdoor work or field work, and disproportionately applies to the poor. Today, a redneck is a stereotypical southern United States socially conservative, fiscally liberal, rural, working class white person with northern European ancestry.

The popular etymology says that the term derives from such individuals having a red neck caused by working outdoors in the sunlight over the course of their lifetime. The effect of decades of direct sunlight on the exposed skin of the back of the neck not only reddens fair skin, but renders it leathery and tough, and typically very wrinkled by late middle age. Another popular theory stems from the use of red bandanas tied around the neck to signify union affiliation during the violent clashes between United Mine Workers and owners between 1910 and 1920.

Some historians claim that the term redneck originated in 17th century Virginia, when indentured servants were sunburst while tending plantation crops.

A redneck is usually typified in popular culture by a straight male with a beer belly that consumes cheap American beer such as Busch or Miller by the case (Pabst Blue Ribbon in more traditional settings) as well as Jack Daniel's. They are generally distrustful or dislike anyone not like them or the government. The stereotypical redneck lives in a trailer, and drives an old, large, beat-up pickup truck with a gun rack in the rear window. He generally wears a stained, sleeveless t-shirt, blue jeans, and a trucker hat.
That definition covers a lot of bases and includes, to some degree, every hard working country man.

I would define “redneck” for myself and my boys apart from the emphasis on alcohol drinking and beer bellies. My kind of redneck is someone who is a resourceful, conservative-minded rural dweller, familiar with the outdoors and hard work, and who knows how to take care of themselves without being dependent on the industrial providers. Which means they are not hesitant to butcher chickens (and other critters) for eating. Such people are surely countercultural and are, therefore, fair game for ridicule, especially from people who are almost total slaves to the industrial system.

That said, I admit to enjoying a lot of redneck jokes, like this 29-second YouTube movie of a a redneck swimming pool in motion (that looks like fun!).

This discussion brings to mind a redneck fellow I know who likes to demolish old concrete farm silos with a sledgehammer:

One man.
One sledgehammer.
No heavy equipment.
No ropes.
Just a sledge hammer.
Less than half an hour later.
And the silo is down.

You can see what I mean at this 29-second You-Tube movie. Only a redneck would do this sort of thing.

We’re From The Government And We’re Here To Help You
As you know, H1N1 is all over the news. For some historical perspective, I recommend that you check out this old 60 Minutes television segment about the 1976 Swine Flu vaccination program. Mike Wallace discovers that the government lied (gasp!) and vaccinated Americans knowing full well that the vaccine would cause neurological problems in some people.

Homegrown: The Movie
A Central New York neighbor e-mailed me to ask that I inform my readers in this area about the free showing of the documentary movie Homegrown, which is a documentary about the Dervaes family, who are urban farmers in Pasadena California.

The free showing will be October 3rd (next Saturday) at the Wescott Community Center. Complete details can be found AT THIS LINK.

Hops Update
My previous monthly blog installments have chronicled the growth of a single hops plant that I planted in one corner of my garden last spring. It grew very well and I harvested the hops cones last weekend. They are air-drying in my workshop.

I read an article about a local man who grew, harvested and dried 15 pounds of hops and sold it for $500. That sounds like a lot of money for 15 pounds of dried vegetation. So I did some research and found out that there is a worldwide hops shortage.

Perhaps the growing of hops could be a nice little niche business for the homestead. That’s what I’m thinking. I just need a bit more land. But maybe we are close to getting that problem solved.....


Update On The Land
Last month I mentioned that we were going to offer to buy three acres of land (mostly field, with some woods and stream) that borders out cramped 1.5-acre homestead. We have desired this land for many years but the owners (four different ones since we’ve lived here) have not been willing to sell, or, when it was available for sale, we could not afford it (without getting a bank loan which I am opposed to doing).

Well, we made a purchase offer for the three acres. We offered an amount far in excess of what anyone else would ever pay for such a lot. It is at least double the “fair market value.” As this blog installment “goes to press” we are awaiting word. We think there is a good possibility that our offer will be accepted. I’ll have more to say about this next month.

Thanks for stopping by.