Mother, you cannot belive what joy reading your post has revived in me! My fiends and family (easpecially my children) have been looking askance,or teling me I'm crazy, for years. I once had a dear boyfriend who told me that I was so old-fashioned that I'd still beat my clothes on a rock to clean them. Hah! Little did he know that until my second pregnancy I washed tem on a scrub-board in the bath tub. (Jeans are the pits!)
I live in the city. My pioneer spirit comes from the very deep held belief that 'what you cannot or will not do for yourself, you will pay dearly for someone else to do for you.' I have tried to teach my children that your survival should never be in the hands of anyone other than yourself and God.
I enjoy sips of modern convience. I am so in love with my vacuum cleaner that I rarely put iti away. I'll walk past and give it a pat sometimes. I remember the time spent sweeping and (trying to) beat my rugs clean. (My neighbors were much amused.)
I live withthe sense that I am one of billions of stewrds of this earth. I want to be one that has done a good job.
I husband my husband's income by making as much as I know how and can do from scratch. (Tried soap, the clear kind, once.)
Am now growing grapes, cherry tomatoes, carrots (fingers crossed), and lettuce on my little balcony outside my itchen door. Also been gifted by a apple tree bearing edible fruit that I bought labeled as a crabtree. (Imagine my suprise).
Am looking to do more, much more.
compared to you, I am a pioneering baby. But, my spirit is bigger than me.
So, while I'll have to measure my production in ozs instead of pounds,or inches instead of acres, I still will value any wisdom you all place here.
God bless all things you put your hands to.
