That’s what my folks used to say when I was growing up.
I didn’t grow up as a “homesteader” so to speak, but my family was very frugal. We always ate our leftovers, we saved every dime we could get, and we never wasted anything! If we had something in the pantry or fridge that was about to go bad and we knew we couldn’t use it, my mom would call my grandmother or my aunt to see if they needed it. That, to me, is the “homesteading spirit,” and and that’s how I was raised.
My father always grew a garden – every year. He would go to work for 10-12 hours a day, then come home and work in the garden. Even though it was a lot of work for one man, he loved being out there. Whether he was tilling, pulling weeds, or harvesting tomatoes, okra, peppers and the myriad of other veggies he grew, he loved every minute of it. I guess that’s where I got my love of gardening.
While dad was in the garden, mama was inside crocheting. She made blankets, hats and booties for all the newborns in the family. Countless hours were spent deep in thought over her crocheting projects, and she always told the people she gave her stuff to just exactly how to care for it.
My mother’s love of hand-making items is one thing I found appealing in my wife. She sews and hand-makes as many things as she can. She’s always thinking of others and how to do for them. She’s got a heart of gold and a spirit that God placed in her Himself, and I thank Him for that daily!
My boys are two musically talented young men that always love helping around the house. They’ve been in the garden with me pulling weeds and in the kitchen with my wife baking cookies. They don’t mind doing just about anything we ask them to do, and never ask what they get in return. They know they are being handed down knowledge in each task that they will one day pass down to their children.
My daughter is our youngest, and she is a special little girl. She has a very rare genetic syndrome called Trisomy 9 Mosaic Syndrome. She cannot walk, talk or crawl, but boy, let me tell you – she’s not short on personality! She’s doing so much more than the doctors ever thought she would. We were told she wouldn’t make it past about the age of 3… here we are almost 6 years later, reminded daily that the doctors don’t know as much as our Lord does!
…and me? Well… I ain’t nothin’ but a simple man… they call me a redneck, I reckon that I am. Ok, that’s my Charlie Daniels moment for now.
I was born and raised in Georgia. Spent all my life here, and can’t imagine leaving. I did a little time in the Army reserves, play a mean trombone, can’t get enough of my family, and am a devout Christian. I enjoy gardening and hope to one day be able to milk a goat!
One thing you should know about me and my family is that we don’t live on a homestead… yet. We were in a house for a while, but we all started getting very sick. During a trip to the hospital with my daughter, the doctor said “I smell mold on you… is there mold in your home?” After a lengthy discussion, we had our house tested. What we found was flabbergasting! The spore counts were higher than any of the professionals we were working with had ever seen! So we had to move out. We lost everything to the mold. Now we’re (temporarily) in an apartment, and looking forward to being able to get back into a house and start all over again.
Actually, we’ve already started over. We’re doing things differently daily. We are starting to make our own cleaners, we’ve reduced our power usage by 26% in the last 6 months, and we’re being more and more frugal every day with our food. When we had to leave our home, we were crushed… now, slowly but surely, that homesteading spirit is returning.
I’m glad to have great readers like you. I’m glad to have all the resources I have to help me become a better homesteader (and prepper). Most of all, I’m glad to be able to share all of my knowledge and new findings with you all!