Water Kefir is a flavorful pro-biotic substitute for carbonated waters or soda. You can purchase water kefir grains on Amazon. Go to “Smile.amazon.com” to purchase grains and Amazon will donate a small percentage of your purchase to Fairhaven Learning Project.
This fall, we will be offering overnight accommodations when you visit us at Bent Pine! Come an join us for fun events at the Lost Arts House. Email for more information:
mail@bentpinefarm.org
Hope to see you soon…
Happy homesteading,
T.
Time marches on and the work on the farm never stops. It is sad to realize what we have sacrificed in the name of convenience – our communities, our families, and our own health and peace of mind. It is even sadder when we don’t realize what we have lost, when we don’t see the importance and the urgency of passing on a sustainable lifestyle to our children and grandchildren.
It requires us to learn about nutrition and re-examine our unhealthy diets. It requires us to reconsider our sedentary lifestyles. If we understand how both of these factors contribute to obesity and dementia, physical and emotional illness, we can circumvent these issues and improve the quality of life for our families.
Nurturing a homestead is hard work, but worth it as a legacy to future generations.
Happy Homesteading,
T.
Ridin’ on a train,
life’s like that a lot.Don’t know where we’re goin’
But we sure have seen a lot.Don’t know when we’ll get there,
but we know we’re gonna stop.Life’s like ridin’ on a train…
~ from ‘Being an F Flat’ – a musical story by T Potter Seyferth
March 25, 1995 – the day GG died. I had written a little musical called ‘Being an F Flat’ about a young boy who had to live up to other people’s expectations, instead of doing what he was good at…playing his horn. ‘Ridin’ on a Train’ is one of the tunes from that story. And living up to other people’s expectations is a recurring theme for us all.
I dedicated the ‘F Flat’ story to GG. He was my grandfather. He and my grandmother, Matilda, lived in a little converted chicken coop, on a farm in the town where I grew up. He named the little house “Fairhaven” and hung a hand-lettered sign outside the door.
GG was dedicated to caring for Grandma ‘Tilly’, a very tiresome job I’m sure after she fell and broke her hip. But, GG was always very laid back. He was always smiling and laughing. Nothing upset him. And he had what I call the “caring gene”…empathy.
I don’t believe GG ever owned a house. He never rode that train. He came to the US as a young adult. My great-grandfather ran a bakery and GG managed a small community grocery store in the same building. He lived upstairs with Grandma Tilly and my Dad. The grocery was bought out by A&P, a larger grocery chain, and GG continued as the manager.
The thing about riding on a train is that you have to go where the train goes. You have to adapt your travel plans to the scheduled routes, and those are designed to maximize profits for the stakeholders. That’s the expectation. In the late 1930’s, A&P closed a large number of their small community grocery stores, in order to build larger suburban supermarkets. GG took his young family and rented a chicken farm. They raised chickens and pigeons, selling the eggs and “doves” to local customers. That was about the time that John Tyson was getting into the chicken business. Tyson learned early on that you can’t make money raising chickens. He set about to “chicken-ize” the meat industry with his vertical integration system, designed to maximize profits at the expense of the small chicken farmer.
Right around that time GG left the chicken farm and went to work at a funeral home, learning to be an undertaker. That was a good trade in the 1940’s, and a service that people needed. My Dad was drafted into WWII. GG, Grandma Tilly, and my Mom lived upstairs over the funeral parlor.
GG never went to college. He never rode that train. The closest he ever got to the ivy covered halls was when he got a job as a dorm janitor at Wellesley College. That was back when university mission statements included phrases like “generating knowledge”, “the common good”, and “local community”. In the last few years, those “for the good of all” goal statements have changed to “career-ready” and “joining the workforce”. It’s a different train ride, designed to maximize revenue for the university and morph “good students” into “good employees”, who work long and hard to support the bottom line for big business. That’s the expectation.
Back in the 1950’s and 60’s industrialization was just getting a foothold. March 25, 1995 – the day GG died, two months before his 99th birthday. GG was able to avoid the industrialized food train, where fake food is convenient and fast, and our bodies are fat and stressed. He was able to avoid the industrialized healthcare train, where addicting drugs destroy our immune systems, and leave our bodies unable to fight their own battles. And he was able to avoid the industrialized education train, where success is defined by the size of your paycheck. He wouldn’t have gotten on those trains anyway.
The little rented chicken-coop house that GG called “Fairhaven” was a real haven, not because it was a five-star tourist destination or because it held historical significance. It was a haven because GG was there. And he didn’t care what the world expected from him. He did what he was good at…caring.
Happy Homesteading,
T.
