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Listen to the stories before they disappear
My wife getting her first tractor driving lesson in 1974 The art of story telling has fallen on hard times. It is debatable whether it is due to everyone being glued to their phones or the people who should be listening believing they were born with all the knowledge they will ever need. Some might argue that YouTube videos have taken the place of the old stories, but they miss the mark on at…
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Disappointed by Mediocrity
Tasty Homemade Ham Sandwich, Duke’s Mayo, Cherokee Purple Tomato, Sourdough Bread My mother had few rules more important than be the best that you can be at whatever you choose to be. She had grown up with little education beyond the one room school house she walked to as a child, but she never let that hold her back. She learned how to drive and and left the fields of Yadkin County for the big…
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My Mother, Grand Lady of Pine Street
My mother was born in August of 1910. Had she not smoked for a few decades, she might have made it to one hundred, but it would be selfish to wish her here. When she died in March of 2004, she was ready to go. Her body had given out and even her most recent friends had passed. She was content with her life but still loved her family especially her grandchildren. She loved them with all her heart…
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Respect for Homesteaders
Our Lab Fundy, Summer of 1972, Guarding Our Woodpile I spent fourteen years living very close to the land In Nova Scotia and New Brunswick from 1971 to 1985. We grew huge gardens, eventually had cattle, chickens, a milk cow, built large barns, cleared land, built roads, grew hay/oats, and heated with wood. We had a couple of Labs and a bunch cats. We could not have survived, much less farmed…
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A Broken Connection to the Land
My wife, Glenda, our two Labradors, Tok and Fundy and our third Nova Scotia garden In 1971, after college graduation — I moved to the Nova Scotia shore and began rebuilding a 200 year old farm house still standing because of its massive hand-hewn and pegged beams. That first winter I immersed myself in gardening books and magazines, extending my limited gardening knowledge while trying to pick…
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The Leap of Faith
My wife deciding what plants are needed to finish out this year’s garden Life is full of decisions. Some of them are major ones that can change the trajectory of your life and others are seemingly small ones like trying to decide which flowers we need to fill out this year’s garden. My wife has been handling the flower beds for over fifty-three years since she planted our first flower bed in St.…
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Tomatoes in the South
Roanoke, Virginia, tomatoes, April 2005 Twenty-one years ago in 2005, I wrote this post about growing tomatoes. At the time we were growing tomatoes on a mountain overlooking Roanoke. I first helped my mother with her tomatoes in the fifties in Lewisville, North Carolina. We have also grown them in Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and coastal North Carolina where I once harvested 100 tomatoes in a…
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The Quest For My Red Drum
The Quest For My Red Drum #fishing http://ow.ly/oaAB0 The saga of how I caught Red Drum fever. My Red Drum
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A Place To Take Root
Our Tay Creek Farm, The Road Back From Our Cattle, Our Barn In The Distance Just as we were getting married, my mother-in-law-to-be told my bride-to-be, “You know David (me) has a lot of miles on him.” It was a true statement but probably not a compliment. At twenty-four years old, I had driven around the country, driven to Alaska and back, plus wandered as far north as Gander, Newfoundland, and…
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A Measure of life we all should take
Sunrise on another day in our backyard When my first grade career started under the watchful eye of my mother’s first cousin, Ms. Conrad, I was only thinking about what it would take to make it to the end of day. Then I could walk home, play a little football with friends, watch the evening news with my mother, and do my homework with some help from Whiskers, my cat. There was no thought of…
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Yards Connect Us To The Soil
Our Backyard After The First Mowing Of 2026 People outside the cities in the first half of the twentieth century likely kept their connection to the soil by gardening and small-scale farming. By the time I was growing up in the fifties in Lewisville, North Carolina, yards, flowers, and shrubs had largely replaced gardening for food as a connection. As a youngster the condition of our grassy yard…
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A Life of Icy Roads
An icy road in the woods, five days after our second storm of the year. The first time that I can remember facing an icy road, it was probaby 1961. I was a twelve-year old passenger in car headed back from Camp Raven Knob, a Boy Scout camp west of Mt. Airy, North Carolina. Adults had come to rescue us from another frozen, icy night in the three-sided Adirondack lean-tos. I wasn’t particularly…
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Where the roads end
My Dodge Powerwagon at the end of the road on the way to Denali, Summer 1970 Americans are famous for their Sport Utility Vehicles (SUVs) that never leave the paved roads. Unfortunately, some people get behind the wheel of a SUV with the belief that it makes you invincible. There are a few things I have said in life that seem to have some staying power. One of them is that all an AWD, 4WD, or…
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The Worthwhile Journey North
My wife, Glenda, at the head of our hayfield in St. Croix Cove, Nova Scotia. She is accompanied by Tok, one of our Labrador Retrievers My seventy-seventh birthday is coming up in a few weeks. The thought of being that old has prompted a lot of introspection. Someimes we know why we do something but there are some forks in the road where our motivations might not be so clear. There are also…
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The Lost Art of Calling Home
The rotary telephone in my home bedroom until 2004 I took a course in college my senior year. It was decades ago. The class focused on communications. Computers were not on the desktop, cameras were film based, and telephones were analog with rotary dials. There was no Internet much less text messaging or cell phones. People still wrote letters on paper by hand. I still have some of my old ones.…
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Doing it the hard way
In the sixties or early seventies, the back to land movement was well known. The 1968 Whole Earth Catalog was the instruction manual dedicated to it. Helen and Scott Nearing were its inspirational grandparents. Many in my generation’s back to the land movement were vegetarians like the Nearings. Some were vegetarian by choice and others because of necessity. Because of my proclivity to cattle and…
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Barely Clinging To The Grid
Our formerly pink house after a year of intense work The dearth of good programming this holiday season has sent me to YouTube where I have enjoyed watching this generation’s homesteaders who would have been part of my generation’s back to the land movement in the late sixties and early seventies.I was on the fringes of that movement back in 1971 which I bought an old farm including 140 acres, a…
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