The Deliberate Agrarian Blogazine
November 2011


Land Ho!


The word “ho,” as in “Land ho!,” is used to “express surprise or joy,” or “to attract attention to something sighted.” And so it is that I use it here.

Those of you who have read this blog for the past few years know of my long-held dream to own and husband more land than our current 1.5 acre lot. Truth be told, I’ve had a longing for acreage since I was  16 years old.  My dream has, however, been hindered by my lack of money, coupled with my personal aversion to debt.

Years ago I provided for my family by working in the building trades. My wife, Marlene, did not work outside the home. Finances were always tight. But we lived simply, and frugally and managed to save some money.

In 1998 I was brought low, financially and personally. All savings, all retirement money—everything I had worked so hard for (except our little home on the 1.5 acres), was gone. I could hardly bring myself to work. I was depressed. It was a tough, humbling, Lord-God-in-heaven-why-me? time in my life.

The hope of owning more land was not on my mind when I didn’t have enough money to pay the everyday bills. But I came through the intense personal anguish of that time with a whole new perspective on life. I had worked hard and striven for a degree of success, only to lose it all. God had taken my little success away in order to let me know that I needed to focus on other more important things, like faith and family. He made it clear that He would provide what I and my family needed—that I should work hard to provide, but not strive for material success. Then He providentially provided me with a job that paid $12,000 a year. That was not much money to support a family of five in 1999.

I got through that humbling episode in my life and was a better man for it. The $12,000 job lasted a year and God again providentially provided me with a job that paid more. I started to think about someday owning a section of land again. The dream had not died, but it was tempered by the realization that it might be realized and it might not. If it did not happen, I was okay with that. But if it was to be realized, God would supply the land in His time. I needed to be patient.

In February of 2005 my Grandmother Kimball passed away. I thought I would receive an inheritance that would fulfill my vision for land. But it did not happen. That was a disappointment, but it was not devastating. God had prepared me to deal with such disappointment five years earlier when, in the time of anguish, I trusted in His sovereignty and providential will. If I was ever to realize the dream of more land, God would provide it some other way.

In June of 2005 I started this blog, The Deliberate Agrarian. Three months later, I posted a blog titled My Vision And A Fond Adieu, in which I told of my vision for more land (explaining why I wanted it) and let it be known that I was not going to blog much anymore in order to focus on the vision. In retrospect, I guess I did not realize at that time that this blog was to become a key factor in bringing the vision to reality.

Two months after my fond adieu I was back and blogging with a passion— a passion to share with others about my life, my family, and my Christian-agrarian worldview. Many of those early blog essays are preserved in my book, Writings of a Deliberate Agrarian.

At some point in the course of blogging it occurred to me that I should mention the Whizbang chicken plucker plan book that I self-published back in 2002. My original intention was not to promote my little Whizbang home business with the blog. But when I did, people responded. Sales increased with the internet exposure.

Over the years I published more plan books and in December of 2007 I figured out how to use the free blogger.com format to make my own web sites. A few months later, I realized I could easily integrate PayPal online ordering buttons into the web pages. Sales took off.

The money has not come easy, and it has not come fast, but it has come. Marlene and I have continued to live simply and frugally here on our little parcel, saving, and seeing something amazing happen in our lives. A couple years ago we came to the realization that God may well provide us with the resources to fulfill our land vision (it is Marlene’s vision too) through our home business.

Along the way, we came very close to buying three different properties, but they did not materialize. Two of them did not materialize because I would have had to borrow money from a bank. In moments of weakness, I had decided to do that. I had a friend telling me I was crazy to wait until I had enough money to buy land. He said “You’ll never have land if you wait to save the money." He strongly encouraged me to buy a nice big home and property...now. He said my wife deserved a bigger house. “That poor woman!,” he exclaimed.

But I came to my senses before getting the loans. My convictions against debt were too firmly ingrained. I loathe debt. I don’t believe God wants his children shackled to debt. Though I might (and did) justify a short season of calculated debt bondage early in life to acquire land or a basic home, I can’t justify personal debt for decades—or a lifetime. 

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Therefore, I was persuaded that God would supply the money for land in His time. If He did not, that was okay. We are blessed. Our needs are met. More land than I now have has never been a need in the true sense of a need.

In the most recent almost-purchase last year (for a couple acres right next to our property) we had the money to buy and a signed purchase offer. The owner never followed through. We still don’t know what happened with that. Clearly, it was not in God’s plan for us to have that property. That’s the way we looked at it.

Except for a couple momentary lapses of faith (going to the bank for a loan) we have firmly believed that God would provide not only the finances, but the exact property that is right for us, and that He would do this in His time. Thus, I have not been consumed by the idea of finding land. Fact is, we have not spent much time actively looking for land. I have had a peace about this and a contentment that it would happen—or not—and if it happened we would just know when it was right. Once again, this surrender of outcome and patience came directly out of that time of loss and personal anguish that I went through back in 1999.

That is the story, the testimony of my vision, and the work of God in my life regarding this vision. Now, at almost 54 years of age, comes the next chapter of the story....

Last month I “just happened” to see my down-around-the-corner neighbor at the local lumber yard. Pat is a couple years younger than me and I’ve known him since high school. Way back then, my best friend Art, and Pat and another guy and I spent a few days hiking and camping on the Finger Lakes Trail. So we’re old friends but our friendship these days consists of friendly waves when one or the other drives by.

When I saw Pat at the lumberyard, I asked how he was doing. His father had died a couple months ago. I sent a condolence card. I told him in the card that I had liked his dad, that he was a decent down-to-earth man, and that was the truth. Pat’s dad lived down around the corner, right across the road from Pat.

Except for a stint in the Marines during WW2 (where he saw action in the Pacific theater), Pat’s dad had lived all his days right there on a section of land that was once part of his parent’s farm. Fact is, the road I live on, Murphy Hill Road, has his family’s name on it.

Years ago, Pat's dad, Mr. Murphy, would pull his car over on the side of the road when he saw me working in my garden, and we would talk. As he got older and couldn’t drive, one of his kids would take him for rides and they would drive by slow so he could see my garden. The last time I spoke with him was in the parking lot at the drug store in Moravia (the little town we live near). Pat was in the store getting something. Mr. Murphy and I exchanged pleasantries for awhile. He asked about my family, and was particularly interested in my “oldest boy” who he knew was in the Army.

When I saw Pat in the lumber yard I asked about his dad’s house. I had heard one of the grandchildren would move in. Pat said that no one in the family was interested in the place. So he was planning to list it with a real estate agent.

The house is a basic doublewide trailer on a full basement. I knew it was at least 30 years old. But Mr. Murphy kept it up nicely. I put four replacement windows in the south end of the house back when I was a contractor. I also knew Mr. Murphy owned the wooded gully on the west side of my property. So I casually inquired how much land went with the house.

“Sixteen acres,” he replied.

I expressed surprise. Pat told me all the woods down the road to his brother-in-law’s place were part of the property, as was the large field behind his father’s place.

I wondered aloud, “How much were you thinking to ask for it?

“Well, we had a realtor up to look at it and he said we should ask $90,000. But that seems kind of high. We would take less than that.”

We conversed on the subject a bit longer and I asked Pat to hold off on listing the property until I had a chance to think about buying it.

I went home and told Marlene. Her interest was piqued. Then I took a walk into the woods behind our house, down the gully, across the stream and up into Mr. Murphy’s field. As I walked, and thought, and came into the field, looking south and across the valley to the east, it occurred to me that this place was just right. A section of land that I had never considered before, that I never expected to be for sale, and that had been right next door to us all these years, was now available, and I had a good feeling about it.

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I told Marlene what I felt. She and I walked the land together. She felt the same. A week later we looked at the house, and offered $55,000 for the property. Two weeks later Pat got back to us and said they needed $60,000. We thought about it another week and agreed to that price.


The small yellow circles are the corners of the property. Note the contrast between the size of my 1.5 acres and the new acreage. (click picture to see enlarged view)

That amount of money, plus closing fees, and the attorney’s charges will literally empty our savings account. God has provided us at this time with just enough. I can't imagine a better way to spend inflating dollars. It looks like the vision is about to become a reality. 

An autumn view from our current property line into the New Land. In the summer months the woods are lush with undergrowth and the trees are full with greenery.

I don’t usually share specific details about my personal finances, but I have done so here because I want to testify to the blessings of God in providing for us the way He has. It is a remarkable story because such a dream was far, far from reality just a few years ago, and none of it would have been possible were it not for God’s blessings and direction.

I'm also sharing these details here because so many of you who read this blog have purchased my books and the other Whizbang products I sell. And some of you have even donated money to me by way of my Agrarian Nation blog. So it is that  many people across America (and around the globe) have, in a small but tangible way, contributed to the fulfillment of the land-vision I have had for nigh unto 38 years. For that, I thank you.


Another view of the woods and stream in the New Land. The log in the foreground provides a convenient walkway across the creek.

Now, after having told you my story, I should add that it has not happened yet. The land is in sight, the land seems certain, but we are awaiting a survey and then the lawyers get more involved. Anything could happen to change this situation between now and the day we sign the official papers. If it does, we will faithfully accept the outcome and patiently wait on God for his direction. But, like I said, this property feels right for us, no problems are anticipated, and I believe it will happen. 

View from the northeast corner, looking southwest
 Stay tuned, Lord willing, I’ll have much more to say, and show, and share with you about this land in the months and years ahead. 




Deliverance From Debt



The economic system of our industrialized world is built on debt and the perpetuation of debt. National debt. Business debt. Personal debt. Wage and debt slavery is encouraged and perpetuated by the industrial system.

To work, and save, and do without, so as to avoid taking on debt, is to live in a way that is completely contrary to the industrial-world norm. But, to the extent that you can do it, you experience a degree of freedom that few people in the industrialized nations know. It’s a good feeling.

If you are in debt and want to get out of bondage, check out Gary North’s Deliverance From Debt web site. He has a completely-free 12-week course specifically for Christians who want to get out of debt.
 


Tent City in N.J.
Home Sweet Homeless Tent Home

While America is in the midst of a continuing economic depression that threatens to get a lot worse as a result of increased monetary inflation, and I am spending my life savings on 16 acres of land, there are homeless people banding into community on public land outside Lakewood, New Jersey. Good for them! If you have not seen this remarkable story, check it out At This Link (make sure you scroll down to see all the pictures). 
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Professor Webb 
Makes The M.E. News

Professor Webb has been dead for 48 years, but his historical insights about our modern age, and his predictions about the future are still right on.

I was pleased to see Mother Earth News magazine publisher, Bryan Welch, mention the late Professor Walter Prescott Webb in a current-issue M.E.N. article titled, Unplugging Our Economic Ponzi Scheme.

Professor Webb should be no stranger to readers of this blogazine, as I’ve mentioned his remarkable book, The Great Frontier, and his “boom hypothesis of modern history” here numerous times (see This Essay for more information).

Mr. Welch mentions an “Economic Outlook” article published in Mother Earth News back in 1977 when the magazine’s founder, John Shuttleworth, was at the helm. Here is part of what Shuttleworth wrote back then:

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“Western man’s clever technology, self-motivation, work ethic, economic system, and regard for the individual all came after and are all solidly rooted in the windfall resources and profits of The Great Frontier... And now that most of the cream has been skimmed from this windfall, capitalism (the economic system so ideally suited for the exploitation of a seemingly endless storehouse of natural riches) will decline, prosperity will slip through (our) fingers...

“...Western Man’s 450-year-long expansionary binge—which was fueled by inexpensive, plentiful energy and other natural resources—is now drawing to a close. And, just as Walter Prescott Webb predicted [in 1951!] ... the industrialized nations of the world are having a difficult time understanding what is happening to them.”

Thirty-four years have passed since John Shuttleworth wrote those words and, for that matter, Shuttleworth himself has passed on. In those three decades we have experienced something of an economic boom, predicated largely on the rise of the personal computer and internet (something that was unknown in 1977), as well as further exploitation of natural resources (including human natural resources) in undeveloped countries. Thirty-four years is, however, a very minor blip in the span of history, and such a blip does not in any way detract from the truth of Webb's historical prognosis. Not at all.

To read professor Webb’s book (published 60 years ago) and understand his boom hypothesis (it's very easy to understand) is to see the big picture of modern history like few people in the world do. Many people are now lamenting the current economic crisis and confused about the future, yet this current crisis (far more serious than a mere recession) was entirely foreseeable and predictable, as is the future course of industrialized civilization. The handwriting has been on the wall, but hubris, ignorance and denial keep most people from seeing it.

Bryan Welch makes the point (as did Webb) that the economic system of capitalism as we have known it, built on expansion, will have to adapt to the reality of limited resources. As Welch succinctly puts it: “Our economic tools ... are obsolete today.”

I couldn’t agree more. As I’ve stated here many times in the past, industrial capitalism will collapse. Another economic system will replace it. I’m of the mind that we are in the early stage of the inevitable collapse. Fortunately for us all, it has been a slow collapse thus far. I hope that will continue to be a slow decline.

But when “the system” is so huge, so interconnected, so centralized, and to a increasing degree, so tenuous, a trigger event can lead to a shockingly rapid collapse. Then what?
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Well, obviously, when any life support system collapses (and industrialism is surely a life support system), lives that are completely dependent on the system, will be lost. At the least, life will get much more difficult for everyone—but especially for the most dependent.

That said, I feel compelled to reiterate the common theme of this blog since it’s inception back in June of 2005...

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Eliminate as many of your industrial-world dependencies as you can!
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If you would like to read the Economic Outlook published in Mother Earth News magazine back in May of 1977, Click Here.
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Is Modern Day Homesteading 
Only For The Rich?

A home without a mortgage!

Early in 2008 (before the economic crash that came in the fall) I posted an essay here titled Agrarian-Style Economic Self Defense. A lot of people have read it since then. Some have commented. In the most recent comment a woman asks a question that I think is well worth considering and answering...

These are great suggestions and are certainly not radical to me, but they are not entirely practical. A few years ago, when the economy was crashing, my partner and I were thinking along the same lines as you. We moved from the city to rural Maine with the idea that we would buy a small piece of land, build our own home out of reused materials, and develop our own self-sufficient farm. My partner is a designer/builder, I have gardening experience, and we are both DIY, hard-working people. Our dream seemed entirely possible. Except for one big problem... we only had $50k for the entire project. Buying the land, building the home, etc. After spending 6 months looking for property, we realized that with $50k, we could not afford to buy land, let alone afford to build the house. We did not want to get a mortgage because we did not want to acquire debt (like you talk about). We also did not want full-time jobs, as that would leave us with no time for us to build the home and tend the farm. Also, what kind of jobs are there in rural Maine?! We could have looked for cheaper land way up North in the sticks, but then we would be far removed from resources and community. The cheaper land up North is also not suitable for gardening. We have now given up on our dream because, to put it bluntly, we are too poor. The modern homesteading idea isn't like how it was for the back-to-earth hippies in the 70's. Modern day homesteading is only for the rich. My question to you, Herrick: How can I, a low-income person with very limited capital, put your agrarian self defense suggestions into action?

My Answer

Having plenty of money makes everything easier! Judging from many homesteading-focused blogs I’ve seen, there are lots of people who have sufficient financial resources to buy everything they need for an “instant” homestead. There is nothing wrong with that. I can think of no better way to spend a lot of money than to establish oneself and one’s family on the land.

However, that doesn’t mean, and I do not believe for a moment, that a lack of money is any reason not to pursue a more self-sufficient homesteading lifestyle. All a lack of money means is that it will be harder to do and take longer to realize.

I’m afraid that many who dream of leaving their modern lifestyle of relative ease, wage slavery, and dependency on the industrial providers have an unrealistic vision of homesteading.

“Poor” homesteader wannabes are going to need some cash flow, which is to say, a job. And that usually means a job off the land, in the industrial world, at least until you can get a home business built up. Even those back-to-the-earth hippies of the 1970’s needed money (known as “bread” in the nomenclature of the era).

Therefore modern-day homesteaders will probably have to be part-time homesteaders, “working for the man” to get money while, at the same time working on the land towards their freedom and independence.

There is no shame in being a wage slave for a season in order to help establish a self-reliant homestead. The shame comes in being a wage/debt slave, totally dependent on the system, taking the easy way, for the rest of your life.

It is entirely possible to build your own home, raise and preserve your own food, cut your own firewood, and so on, while working a regular job. It just means you’ll have to work harder and more deliberately to achieve your goals. A lot of people are doing this.

Modern homesteading with little money may require a substandard house—not the homestead house of one’s dreams. For example, it’s possible to buy a used manufactured trailer home for real cheap, but how many moderns are willing to pursue their homesteading dreams in such a place? I dare say that most moderns who consider homesteading would rather have a mortgaged house in suburbia than a paid-off trailer on land in the countryside. There are, of course, other inexpensive housing options, but they are also far too humble for most people.

The point is that, in order to homestead with little money, you need to do two important things:

1.) Make your homesteading dream fit your finances and budget.

2.) Look at homesteading as a journey, not a destination, and pursue it one step at a time. It may well take you a lifetime of focused effort to arrive at your homestead dream.

Along the way, you’ll want to pursue a way to make money off the land or, more likely, from a home business that may not be directly connected to the land. The reality is that almost nobody can produce sufficient income to support a family from a small, affordable section of land. But you can husband the land to provide so many of your subsistence needs that far less money will be required to live on than you otherwise would need.


As for getting started at homesteading with $50,000 (an amount that many people would consider "rich").... there is a nice 5-acre rural lot a short way from my house that just sold for $20,000. Another nice 5-acre lot not far away is for sale for $30,000. Anyone with $50,000 to spend can get a homesteadable section of good land around me debt free. The remaining $20,000 would be enough to build a garage/ barn that could also provide living quarters. You would be in a beautiful rural community with small cities (jobs) about 45 minutes away in two directions. This kind of land is readily available in other rural sections of New York state.

In conclusion, let me state that simple living, raising one’s own food, and greater self-family-and-community reliance is the essence of modern homesteading (and the agrarian life). I categorically reject the notion that it is impossible for all but the rich to achieve this lifestyle!


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Occupy Wall Street?
(I've Got A Better Idea)




As an afterthought to what I wrote about professor Webb, and the ongoing decline of the corporate-industrial economic system, I'd like to say something about the Occupy Wall Street protests. I have not followed the movement closely, but it appears to be composed of people who have bought into the industrial-world "dream" and they are now upset because they've discovered it's a pipe dream. They are frustrated, angry modern Dependents. I agree that legitimate political process has been hijacked by corporate interests in cahoots with politicians (one of the O.W.L. grievances I've heard). But  the frustration, anger and hopelessness is a breeding ground for all sorts of  half-baked solutions. 

These protesters might better accept that corporate capitalism is dying (it doesn't need any help from them), that socialism is also a failed economic system, and that it's time to deliberately and hopefully move into the "default paradigm" of  agrarian life and localized economies.

Government and business are not going to meet our needs; they aren't going to ensure freedom from want. Thus, the most positive thing Occupy Wall Street protesters can do is take active steps to drop out of the "system" as it is and work to create a new system of scaled-down, decentralized, self-family-and-community reliance. 

Get out of the cities. Get back to the land (Occupy The Land!).  Husband the land. Make it fruitful. Live in such a way that you don't need much. Work to learn and apply the ancient and practical skills of agrarian life. Work for your freedom—freedom from the industrial system. Anything else is an exercise in futility. Don't follow the angry herd. Lead by doing something radical but positive.
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A Family Bakery

Nick Stam and his family (12 kids!)

I was perusing some past episodes of Kevin Swanson’s Generations Radio program and happened upon an exceptionally good story about a family bakery in Canada. The program is an interview with Nick Stam (pictured above with his whole family). It’s a half-hour program and well worth listening to if you have an interest in establishing a family economy.

Also, In the introductory commentary, Kevin Swanson makes an incredibly insightful statement. After giving some sorry social statistics about our modern culture, he asks why are these things so? And then he answers his question, saying it is because...

“Fathers left the family farms. That’s the most significant social change in 6,000 years of world history. Fathers left the family farms.”

You can listen to the program at this link: Family Life at a Bakery in Canada—Creating a Great Family Economy.

And for more details about the Stam's family business, read this article: Nick The Dutch Baker

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More Big Sweet Potatoes


John Christ out in California sent me the above picture of his daughter and some of his homegrown Beauregard sweet potatoes. He says the biggest potato weighs 6lbs 13oz and the potatoes shown in the picture weigh as much as his daughter.

For those who missed it, I posted an essay on growing sweet potatoes in the north at This Link. My biggest sweet potatoes were half the weight of John's, and I thought they were plenty big.

From what I gather, longer growing seasons translate to bigger sweet potatoes. According to the 2007 Guinness Book of World Record, the largest sweet potato on record was 81 pounds 9 ounces and it was grown in Spain.




Every Day Religion
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Serving God in Your Daily Calling
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Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834—1892)

In my Agrarian Nation blog I post excerpts from 19th century New England farm almanacs. The almanacs I take excerpts from were secular publications, but they were decidedly Christian in their worldview. The following excerpt is a case in point. It appeared in the 1871 edition of Thomas's Farmer's Almanac and is attributed to "Spurgeon"  which would be Charles Spurgeon, a British preacher of that era.  I recently watched a good documentary about the life of Charles Spurgeon on You tube. Here is the link: C.H. Spurgeon: The People's Preacher

"We must come back to our point, which is, not to urge all of you to give yourselves up to mission work, but to serve God more and more in connection with your daily calling. I have heard that a woman who has a mission makes a poor wife and a bad mother; this is very possible, and at the same time very lamentable; but the mission I would urge is not of this sort. Dirty rooms, slatternly gowns, and children with unwashed faces are swift witnesses against the sincerity of those who keep others’ vineyards and neglect their own. I have no faith in that woman who talks of grace and glory abroad, and uses no soap and water at home. Let the buttons be on the shirts, let the children’s socks be mended, let the roast mutton be done to a turn, let the house be as neat as a new pin, and the home be as happy as home can be. Serve God by doing common actions in a heavenly spirit, and then, if your daily calling only leaves you cracks and crevices of time, fill those up with holy service."


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Into The Fray...

Rose Belforti, a Dexter-cow dairy farmer, artisan cheesmaker, and part-time town clerk in the little town of Ledyard, New York has been harassed and her business boycotted because, as a Christian, she could not in good conscience issue same-sex marriage licenses.

fray: noun, heated dispute or contest.

I am far less politically active and politically interested than I once was. Back in 2008 I wrote an essay titled Politics & Meeting Vice President Cheney, in which I explained my disgust with the political system and my strongly-held intention to no longer be involved with party politics.

Nevertheless, I left the door open, stating that I might help a political candidate in the future. My exact words were... "I will go to battle, but I will choose my battles carefully, as the Lord leads me.”

Well, four years later (this last election), the Lord led me to get involved in a very contentious political race involving a Christian woman, same-sex marriage, and religious freedom. It was a local race that made the national news. 


I got involved by creating an “unofficial” web site for Rose Belforti (pictured above). It was unofficial because I did it on my own, without asking or telling Rose (she had no web site of her own). I also mailed a postcard to every voting household in the town, inviting them to view the web site.

Those of you who are interested can see the web site at www.RosieForClerk.com, and you can learn more about the gay activist shenanigans directed at Rose Belforti.


I created the web site with the same absolutely free blogger.com format that I have adapted to make all my web sites. I paid $20 for the domain name. The internet is an amazing tool.

You can read a pretty good article about Rose Belforti and the courageous stand she took at this link: “Gay Marriage” vs Religious Freedom in N.Y. State

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Politically Incorrect 
Cheese?
Raw-milk from grass-fed Dexter cows is used to make this amazing probiotic kefir blue cheese.

One of the things that really motivated me to create www.RosieForClerk.com was the boycott of Rose Belforti’s Finger Lakes Dexter Creamery cheese. I explain the boycott on This Page of the web site. According to a local newspaper article, Rose has seen a 50% decline in her cheese sales as a result of the boycott.

Some of you may remember that Marlene and I toured the Finger Lakes Cheese Trail back in May of 2010 (mentioned in This Blogazine Post) and that was our introduction to Rose Belforti’s remarkable kefir cheese. I wrote...

Our most enjoyable stop on the trail was Finger Lakes Dexter Cheese Creamery. I think they are currently milking six Dexter cows and they make a probiotic kefir blue cheese that is absolutely remarkable (it is pictured above). Their web site describes the cheese as “ooey-gooey rich and pungent, zingy, saliva popping Kefir blue!!!” That pretty much sums it up. The cheese is alive!

 Lovely Dexter Blue on a wheat cracker. This cheese is the "official favorite cheese" of The Deliberate Agrarian. If you like blue, try some, and you'll see why I'm so enthused about it!

Rose Belforti tells about her truly unique cheese and how it is made, in this video clip...


If you are a cheese lover, I hope you will support Finger Lakes Dexter Creamery by buying some cheese at This Link


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The Gift Of Soap
 (Made by Marlene)
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Marlene's most popular soap is Lavender Calendula. She describes it as  "a wonderfully mild soap that offers the pleasing scent of lavender and the healing properties of dried calendula petals."

Last year at this time we offered gift boxes of my wife's homemade soaps here. I want to mention that they are once again available and you can learn much more at this link: Morning Glory Soapworks Gift Boxes


The Wisdom of
John Ploughman

An original copy of John Ploughman's Talk

Charles Spurgeon wrote a book titled, John Ploughman's Talk. He describes it in the Preface as follows:
In John Ploughman's Talk, I have written for plowmen and common people. Hence refined taste and dainty words have been discarded for strong proverbial expressions and homely phrases. I have aimed my blows at the vices of the many, and tried to inculcate those moral virtues without which men are degraded. Much that needs to be said to the toiling masses would not well suit the pulpit and the Sabbath; these lowly pages may teach thrift and industry all the days of the week in the cottage and the workshop; and if some learn these lessons I shall not repent the adoption of a rustic style.  

Ploughman is a name I may justly claim. Every minister has put his hand to the plow; and it is his business to break up the fallow ground. That I have written in a semi-humorous vein needs no apology, since thereby sound moral teaching has gained a hearing from at least 300,000 persons. There is no particular virtue in being seriously unreadable.

I will end this month with two quotes from John Ploughman. I found the first in Thomas's Farmer's Almanac for 1888...
"He who respects his wife will find that she respects him. With what measure he metes, it shall be measured to him again, good measure, pressed down, and running over."
This next Ploughman quote can be found in the chapter on debt in John Ploughman's Talk:
Scripture says, "Owe no man anything," which does not mean pay your debts, but never have any to pay. My opinion is that those who willfully break this law ought to be turned out of the Christian church, neck and crop, as we say.

Carrot Tote

Yet another view of the Whizbang Garden Tote

Well, on second thought, I'll end this month with my garden tote. I've been showing you pictures of my prototype Whizbang Garden Tote for a couple of years now. I've really put it through the paces. In the above picture, it's holding 42 pounds of just-dug carrots, which I'm about to store away in garden clamps (you can see a hole in the background). 

In addition to holding and hauling garden goods, I recently discovered that our cat, Pepper, likes to curl up in the tote.

This winter I'll be working on  my next book project. It will be an idea book for gardeners. One of the many ideas in the book will be the Whizbang Garden Tote (UPDATE 4/14: Inexpensive plans for making the tote are now available at This Link). Hopefully I'll get the book done before spring. If not, it will be a two-year project.


Stay tuned....




The Deliberate Agrarian Blogazine
October 2011

No October in the northeastern United States should pass without grape pie!  We have enjoyed two delightful Concord grape pies this month, compliments of our friend and neighbor Mrs. Varner.  Ice cream is not a necessity with a good slice of grape pie, and Mrs. Varner makes the best grape pie I've ever tasted (she uses pig lard in her crust).

They say that time goes faster as you get older. Older people know this to be true. Younger people will come to understand it one day.

I have a similar observation.... I believe the last months of a year go by faster than the first months. 

I know there are 24 hours in every day, so I can't explain how these phenomenons can be true.  I just know that they are.

And seeing as it's true, it helps to explain why I am scrambling to get this blogazine issue together just two days before publication deadline (I typically start writing it around the middle of the month). It may be a  little rough around the edges this month, but here it is......



A GOOD GRAPE YEAR!
Fruit on my vines! Thank you, Lord.


October was the month for harvesting our grape crop and, WOW, what a harvest it was! After a couple  lackluster years we had a bumper crop. Grapes are so lovely hanging on the vine, don't you think?

We picked so many buckets of grapes like this!
 
Marlene put up 13 gallons of concentrated Concord grape juice in pint and quart jars. We love to quaff down a glass of pure, unadulterated, homegrown fruit of the vine, and much prefer simple juice to the fermented option.

We had so many grapes that we were able to share them with five different friends, one of which repaid the favor with a couple of exquisite grape pies. If you have never experienced grape pie, you’ve missed out on something very special (Click Here for some grape pie how-to).

Inspired by the gift of grape pie, Marlene made sure to prepare and freeze several packages of the grapes specifically for pie. Oh, what a blessed man I am too have grapes, friends who make grape pies for me, and a wife who intends to make me grape pies!

For those who may wonder, we do use a Mehu-Liisa  steamer to make grape juice (we've had it for several years). We have  made grape juice with and without the Mehu Liisa and Marlene will tell you that it is much easier, with  less mess and fuss to make grape juice with the steamer—it’s the perfect tool for grape juice, and built for a lifetime of use.


Making Cider
Cider Pressing 2011— Look closely and you will see the layers of mash separated by pressing discs in the pressing tub. Such an arrangement is very efficient for extracting juice from apple mash. My Whizbang cider press is the only home-scale press on the market that utilizes such a pressing system.

When it comes to apple juice (a.k.a., cider) the hands-down best way to make that is with a homemade Whizbang apple grinder and cider press. My cidermaking equipment has pressed well over 50 gallons of cider this season. 

After pressing, the juicy, cloth-wrapped layers of apple mash are reduced to a moist crumbly cake.

Not all of the cider was for us. We spent a wonderful October afternoon with a younger couple from our church and their three children making 16 gallons of cider. And my son James and a friend of his have made several gallons on  a couple of occasions. 


This is my son, James, grinding apples in the Whizbang apple grinder. He used to not mind having his picture taken for publication on this blog. But that's not the case any more (arms and hands are okay)
 
I have as much fun seeing and hearing about people using my cidermaking equipment to make their own cider as I do making it myself!


Dear Mr. Kimball,

I wanted to write and tell you the TRIUMPH our family is having with the Cider Press and Grinder....My husband is a traumatic brain injury survivor from a ski injury when he was a teen and the part of his brain that was injured is the part that organizes things. I am an adult with attention deficit disorder, so though I can teach college and my husband runs his own painting business you can see we both need our own systems to get things done.

We get along quite well except for the one time a year where we both want to get divorced - or kill each other - for about 15 minutes, and that has almost always been about building projects. I have a vision in mind and in my addled state try to explain it to him and in his confusion he misinterprets my misinterpretation and we are off to the races.

THAT DID NOT HAPPEN THIS TIME! You have written the first set of cider press plans that not only presses cider extremely well, it improves marriages! Your plans were clear enough that we could both follow them without getting confused. Now THAT is an accomplishment.


Potatoes

Some of my fingerling potato harvest in the prototype Whizbang garden tote that I made a couple years ago. Yes, I'm still putting it to use, and it's a downright handy homestead tool. Plans for making the tote are available at This Link.

I think I always write about my potato harvest around this time of year. I can't help it. Homegrown potatoes are so beautiful when unearthed and collected. To mention them here is to announce that something amazing has taken place once again. Potatoes are like snowflakes in that no two are alike, thus they are objects of infinitely varied beauty.


I grew a whole row of fingerling potatoes this year. They're not big but we like the flavor and enjoy the novelty. Our basement is now well stocked with spuds for the winter. It’s always a good feeling to get the year’s potato harvest in.


The End of An Era In Our Family

My youngest son, James, at the Ithaca, New York  Farmer's Market, helping me sell "Herrick's Homegrown" garlic powder five years ago. He didn't mind getting his picture taken back then. I will say, he's not nearly as cute now. :-)

My youngest son, James, turned 17 in October, and he also completed his “formal” homeschooling. That is a milestone on the path of life.


And my wife, Marlene, has also completed an important work in her life. After 18 years, her responsibilities as homeschool teacher to our three boys is now over.

Life is full of beginnings, endings and transitions, and they are often bittersweet. Maybe, though, after going through algebra for the third time, with boys that don’t much care about algebra, this transition for Marlene is all sweet with no bitter. There was surely sweetness in the journey, and in many memories of that journey.

It is a remarkable feat, especially in this day and age, for a mother to teach her children without ever sending them to the government schools or, for that matter, to a Christian school. Marlene wholeheartedly assumed responsibility for this task in our home.

She recently said to me: “I remember the first day when I started homeschooling. I cried.”

She cried because it did not go according to her expectations. That is typical. Marlene had some things to learn herself. But she was faithful to the calling and held fast to what we both believed was right before God and best for our children. I am so very thankful for her faithfulness

As for  myself, I can take little credit for the formal home education of our children beyond that of co-conviction, support, encouragement, and provision.

My sons can read, write and cipher. They know the difference between right and wrong (as defined biblically, not culturally). And they have a good work ethic. I thank God for such an outcome.

I should note that our oldest son did attend a “Christian school” for his last two years. We were persuaded from that experience that Christian schooling is not in any important way equal to, or better than, homeschooling, and we did not make the mistake of sending our other children there.

With this subject of our homeschooling experiences in mind, I feel compelled to say that it grieves me when I see young Christian parents give their little children over to the government schools, and even to Christian schools. Worse yet is when a mother is willing to teach her children at home and her husband will not support her in it. Yes, it is surely harder to homeschool (especially for mothers) but that is to be expected... doing the right thing usually is harder.

I do not relate any of this to condemn, but to affirm and encourage young Christian parents in their biblical calling to teach their children at home.


How To Debone A Chicken


Speaking of education, it gladdens my heart when my children desire to learn new skills and educate themselves. Home schooling is, after all, just a beginning. There is so much more to learn, and enjoy in the learning, like, for example, how to debone a chicken....

James is working as a cook at a popular diner in the rural village of Moravia, which is six miles from our home. In such a position he has far more responsibility than I ever had at his age, and he loves the job.

It occurred to me that I might encourage my youngest son in his cooking pursuits by getting him a DVD titled,  The Complete Pepin: Techniques and Recipes. It’s a 5-hour cooking course by the famous French chef, Jacques Pepin.

My kids can tell you that it is typical of me to give gifts that are educational in nature, and, more often than not, my ideas of what they might find interesting and fun aren’t really all that interesting or fun to them. Still, I try. And every so often, I succeed....

Such was the case with the Jacques Pepin DVD. James watched it, and liked it, and has put some of it to good use. For example, he has de-boned a chicken, and cooked it—just like Jacques Pepin!



Like Grandfather, Like Grandson
I don't know who this grandfather and grandson are but I like the picture.

The diner where James works is called “The Gathering.” It is popular for its home cooking. Every so often James will call his mother for cooking advice. The other day he called to get Marlene’s potato soup recipe. That pleased her to no end.

A lot of “regulars” come in to the diner every day. By now, the older folks know James and several know he is the grandson of Jay Myers (Marlene's dad). Jay was a man that a lot of people hereabouts knew and remember. He was a dairy farmer, and a cattle trucker in his later years, after he sold the farm. He was a big man, a hardworking man, and a decent, down-to-earth man. 


James does not remember his grandfather Jay very well because he died in 1997 when James was only three years old. But it so happens that James is a lot like his grandfather.

It is a powerfully good thing for a grandson, who never really knew his grandfather, to grow up in the same community where his grandfather lived and to hear good things about the man. James has been blessed with such an experience. 


The industrial culture we live in, so focused on material success, has, for over a century, encouraged young people to leave their rural homes and go to the cities, or to far away places so they can make a lot of money. And so, the pursuit of money has trumped the preservation of cohesive extended families in small rural community. I have never wanted that for my children, or encouraged it in my family.  
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Kittens
They're an arm full.

Do you remember Pepper, the cat that came to us a month or so ago? Well, she evidently came to us impregnated. Before Marlene could make an appointment to get her “fixed” she swelled up and had seven adorable little ones.
 


Auction
The two handmade, Depression-era quilts in this picture sold for around $30 each. I don't know where my mother got them.

We had an auctioneer come to my now-deceased parent's house and take anything they felt had value. They took a truckload, cleaned it up and sold it all in a few hours earlier this month. 

It was a fun and sad at the same time to see everything get auctioned off. If you read my July blogazine issue, you may recognize the man in this next picture as Earl Murphy.

Earl & the Victorian sisters— my stepfather maintained that the ladies in the print were distant kin on his mother's side of the family. The woman who won the bid for the sisters had bright green hair.
  
Earl’s picture sold for seven dollars. The two Victorian-era sisters in the gold frame above Earl sold for $35. We went intending to buy two items and we bought both. One was the hanging lamp in this next picture. It went for $125. I would have paid more, but I would also have paid less that day were I not bidding against a call-in bidder that saw this photo online. 


This adjustable hanging oil lamp was once owned by my stepfather's parents, Earl & Marion Murphy. It is brass with a hand-painted glass shade. It hung for many years in their summer camp at Holland, Mass. I have always liked it.

That lamp was one of the highest priced items of the whole sale. The other item we wanted was an old wicker rocker. It too came from the Murphy camp in Holland. It’s comfortable. My mother liked it very much. Ten bucks. 


We bought  my mother's blue wicker rocker for ten dollars. Sentimental value, yes, but it is also very comfortable to sit in.
 

I was satisfied with the auctioneer and how he handled the sale, but things went real cheap. The economic decline has hit auctions and antiques hard.

Have you ever heard it said that antiques are a good investment? That might be true when the economy is good and people have money to spend. But not now.
Furniture that used to bring $250 or $300 now sells for maybe $50. As a result, the estate realized very little money from the sale. The curse of poverty that seemed to dog my stepfather through his life has extended even to the sale of his possessions.
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Stuff-Purging

"The Sheriff"

So we are in the final stages of cleaning out my parent’s house. A very large dumpster is in the driveway. It is the second one we will fill too the brim this year. That’s what happens when your parents die and leave you with a house full of stuff— you sell some, you keep some, you give away some, and then you send two massive dumpsters chock-full of what’s left too the landfill. 

And in the process of this task, you evaluate (once again) your own personal accumulation of stuff. You wonder to yourself what of your life’s accumulation your heirs will keep and what they will throw in a dumpster.

For example, what of the wood-burned artwork pictured above? I did that when I was maybe six years old. I clearly remember finding the scrap of board in the basement and deciding to use a woodburning pen to make a picture (it is a cowboy sheriff, of course). Then I painted it with watercolors and presented it to my mother. She was delighted, as any mother would be. My mother kept it and, in later years, hung it in the kitchen. Will my children cherish that?

Had I grown up to be famous like, maybe, Pablo Picasso, it would be a different story (I dare say, Pablo could have created such art at six years old). My children would then sell the board for a few million bucks, which just goes to show how foolish people with a lot of money can be.


Would I sell it for a million bucks?.... Well of course I would. 

The board has no value beyond that of well-seasoned firewood. Or perhaps I could repurpose it into a piece of “yeoman furniture,” as my son Robert and I once did with a broken down old desk. But I resolved to throw out the sheriff and brought the board to Marlene to proudly announce my decision. 

To my surprise she said: “Noooo. Don’t throw that out!”
 

Marlene (who is also in the serious stuff-purging mode) had announced to me earlier in the day that she decided to toss the now-worn-out quilt she made and gave to me for Christmas back in 1976. I was shocked. So there I was making a similar difficult stuff-purging decision, and she told  me not to do it. 

A friend of mine once told me, “It’s a lot easier to save things than to get rid of them.” And this same person also said, “It’s a lot easier to buy something than it is to sell it.” I don’t know if those statements make sense to you but they sure do make sense to me. The bottom line is that stuff-purging is just plain hard.

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Where Have All 
The Christian-Agrarian 
Homesteader Blogs Gone?


Herrick,

   I'm picking up on a rather troublesome trend. I've had the dream of homesteading for a few years now but due to financial issues it has remained only a dream. Within the past two months a property has come available to us that will allow me to pursue this dream FULLY. Feeling a renewed interest in this endeavor I decided to go back and start reading some of the old homesteading blogs that I used to read for inspiration. To my surprise... THEY'RE GONE! Reading back through your blog over the years I would say 3/4 of the links to other blogs inside your posts lead to pages that no longer exist. Have you noticed this too? Have these people just moved and I'm looking in the wrong place now? Or has there been a drop off in the number of people writing about homesteading and Christian-agrarianism? If so hopefully its just a drop off of people BLOGGING about it, and not actually doing it.

Thanks,
Matt

Thanks for the question Matt. Come to think of it, you're right. A lot (probably most) of the early Christian-agrarian blogs that sprung up around the time of The Deliberate Agrarian (birthdate: 6/18/05) are inactive or gone. Some have "reinvented" themselves. This blog is one of the exceptions.


I suspect that most of the blogs that are no longer around are not here because of the time involved in producing a blog. It's requires a surprising lot of hours, and in many instances people get discouraged because of low readership. Or they get discouraged because they realize they are spending so much time on the internet when they have more important things to do!


As for "Christian-agrarian" bloggers, there was an initial spasm of excitement about the term, followed by a wave of concern that it wasn't a good thing to call oneself a Christian-agrarian. I think that came about because some people adopted the term who were not the best of examples, and others  thought, "If that's Christian-agrarianism, I don't think I want to be associated with it."

And then some people thought that maybe by calling oneself a Christian agrarian, it was taking something away from Christianity—that Christianity should not be associated with anything but Christianity. 

One blogger derided Christian agrarianism as something suspiciously bad that he didn't want to associate with, and then reinvented his blog and named it  Christian Rancher (or Christian Farmer, or something like that), which really befuddled me.

So Christian agrarianism is something that many Christians are hesitant to associate with, even though they are, for all practical purposes, Christian agrarians. Whatever. 

As I've said in the past regarding this issue, what you call yourself is beside the point. As for myself, I'm a Christian and I'm an agrarian, and I don't mind putting the two together. In fact, I find it a beautiful combination that is honoring to the Lord. After all, the agrarian calling for Christians is entirely biblical.


That said, there are several newer blogs by Christians who take their Christian and agrarian calling seriously. Some can be found on the right side of this page. One of the newest is Redeeming The Dirt: Encouraging Born Again Farmers to Pursue God-Glorifying Agriculture, by 23-year-old Noah Sanders down in Tennessee.

A Letter From 
(and to) 
Kathryn
This famous 1849 painting by Asher Durand is titled "Kindred Spirits." The two men in the painting are Durand's good friends—artist Thomas Cole and the poet William Cullen Bryant. A kindred spirit is defined as "a person whose interests or attitudes are similar to one's own." All three men were kindred spirits in that they shared a deep love for the beauty of God's creation.

I get some of the nicest letters from people who read this blog and have read my books. Some are e-mailed and some are handwritten. I am humbled by the kind and appreciative letters I get. But I am also a little troubled because it is getting harder and harder for me to reply to everyone. It isn't that I get THAT many letters, it's that I am just flat-out busy with my regular job and my Whizbang business and so many things I have on my plate these days! 

Please understand that I read your letters, I am greatly blessed and encouraged by your letters, and I set them aside with the intention of responding—but then I get pulled into the busyness of my life, and months go by and I feel worse and worse that I just can't find time to respond.  I say this as an apology to those of you (and you know who you are) who have written and not heard back from me.


And I especially apologize to Kathryn who wrote me the following letter back in July.....


Dear Mr. Kimball

This morning, as I sat weeding my bean rows, I was reminded of your book, Writings of a Deliberate Agrarian. My mind recalled the chapter you wrote on thinning a bed of carrots.

My late father came across your book four years ago, and soon after, I picked it up. I enjoyed your book then, and I still pick it up now and again.

This morning, with the sunrise in front of me, and my fingers dark brown from the dewy dirt, I decided I'd do something I've wanted to do for a while now: simply write to you to let you know what a joy it is to hold your book in my hands and read about a complete stranger, and yet, in sharing the same sentiments about many things, feel as if we could have been lifelong friends.

This is a simple thank you from a 19 year old who is grateful for all your hard work and willingness to share personal stories with us.

May God bless your family,

Kathryn _______





Dear Kathryn,

The words and sentiments that you have expressed in your letter reveal to me that you are a sweet, sensitive young woman. That is a rarity and so nice to see.


I'm sure that you were a great blessing to your father, and I am truly sorry for your loss.

I don't know if you have seen the movies or read the Anne of Green Gables books, but there is a part in the story where Anne says to Marilla (the old woman who has adopted her): 

"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.” 

I dare say, Kathryn, that even though you and I have never met, we are kindred spirits, and it is splendid to find it out! As far as I'm concerned, we are lifelong friends.

This belated response  to you is from a 53 year old who is most grateful for your thoughtfulness in writing me.

God bless you,
Herrick Kimball


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LAND?

As this issue of The Deliberate Agrarian is going to press there is an unexpected positive development to report....

We may be purchasing a section of land. Sixteen acres of field, and woods and water. I’ve talked of buying land a couple times in the years since starting this blog, and it hasn’t amounted to anything. But this time I have a pretty good feeling about it.

Stay tuned.....