I called an elderly friend in Georgia this morning. He's just a bit shy of 80 but still going strong. He now has 174 children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great, great grandchildren. Sort of like a ready made clan. He talked to his banker this week and his banker told him the country was going to collapse. No question about it. And this banker knows what is going on and says it is over. But my friend has a 1000 acre farm where he raises cattle and he aims to use that to pay their land taxes. Their businesses are just about down to seeds and stems. No money left to be made. Credit has gone by the wayside and jobs are scarce because of the lack of financing on the buyer's part. In other words it is grinding to a halt. But he says they are doing everything they can and they will trust God for the rest. I have known these folks for almost 30 years and I have seen them go through rough times and good times, but this is the worst economic report I ever got form them. But they will fight and scrap for every dime they need to make it through this coming mess. The banker told my friend that he figured he had gone nuts when he bought that 1000 acre farm and all those cattle but now he sees my friend was really ahead of the curve and ahead of everyone else. And these folks in Georgia can REALLY do some gardening. They will have their garden in by the end of February and the harvest will be soon enough. They grew a lot of sugar cane last year and had their syrup made and they have a world of it. They gotta have that syrup at least one meal a day and sometimes two. Their opinion is that it is better than sugar as far as your health is concerned.
I called my cousin up in Anderson, Indiana, this afternoon and he had gotten laid off/let go from his position as an office manager for a large civil engineering firm. He set the hourly ate and billed all of the customers. He is a registered professional land surveyor and really knows his stuff. He has been in it for his entire adult life. They got rid of him with no warning and no "sorry" or anything. The company got rid of their head draftsman the same week. He is 63 years old and can retire, though he will have to make his mortgage payment. His wife still works and has a school job as a vice principal in a very popular school. They are a ways from getting kicked out on the street but things are looking a little grim around their house. They have played the game according to the rules and done what they were supposed to do and now it is being taken from them. But when I called him two years ago and told him to get ready, he told me that his company was too big to go down. TOO BIG TO FAIL is how you say that. But there to guys they let go, my cousin and the draftsman, are part of the meat of the company, not the fat or the excess. It looks like the jobs they are getting rid of now are the real jobs. The jobs that mean something to the company. Secure people are hereby warned that they are the next to go.
The good jobs seem to be the next ones to go. This ain't french fries and coleslaw, this is steak and potatoes going by the wayside. I cannot imagine how those people will take their dismissals. It is going to be rough as hell. But we have prepped and dug in and we are ready, if anyone is ready. Obama is living in some kind of dream world. He is trying to get these big programs through congress. He wants to go down as a savior to the country. Well, he is going down as an idiot who can't read a computer screen. He is going down as a left wing ideologue who can't accept that the money he wants to spend ain't there. But he entertains the fantasy. The book says "Woe unto the people when their king is a child." Well, Obama is in this childish fantasy and can't get a grip on reality. He's daft. And his staff is daft. What a bunch of morons. Try to stay alive.
Michael
mboone@rtcccom.net
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
PART OF FARM LIFE
I feel great today. My son is home and he and his old buddy cooked chicken wings for a bunch of us last night. His buddy is actually the chef and my son is his helper. And what a feast it was. Nothing but chicken wings, fried to perfection in pure butter. And done like I like my chicken. I can't stand under done chicken. But these guys get it done right. They season it with Louisiana Hot Sauce and that is all. No sugary barbecue sauce or anything like that. I reckon the breading is enough carbs. But it was the guys night to shine, the ladies just waited to be served like the rest of us. And those young men got it out and served as fast as you can think. A real Patriarchal meal. I didn't even know my son's friend, Jason, had such a talent for cooking. He is going to do Boston Butt next and it has been promised as a great meal. It is primarily a southern dish. Since it is a the front shoulder of the hog it is relatively cheap as opposed to eating higher on the hog, like the tenderloins and the hams. In the revolutionary war and even before that, the butchers of Boston had a way all their own of cutting the front shoulder. The shoulders were then placed in barrels, or butts, for shipment. Hence the term Boston Butt. But the South is where they know how to cook the things. It is a favorite at barbecues and such as that. Leave it to the southerners to come up with a good recipe for a barbecue. After those chicken wings last night I am really looking forward to eating Boston Butt cooked by Jason Baker. Ain't no doubt in my mind that it is going to be good.
The young men are not cooking today but are putting in a new tub and shower at the place my son will be living for the next period of time. They can do carpentry work, especially remodeling. Guess who I will be putting the muscle on to build me a chicken coop next Spring. I can get them the lumber from the mill and they can fling it up. It will be nice to have some layers for eggs and meat when the SHTF. I have eaten Amish eggs for too long and those watery factory eggs just don't get it as far as I am concerned. Y'all that have the means should get you up a chicken coop if you can. You can buy commercial laying mash and all that stuff but they will eat most anything green and you can grow corn and let it go to dent and grind it for Winter food. You try to mix it with some oats and whatever grain you run across and you give them some rocks to eat and store in their craw to grind the stuff down to a fineness they can properly digest. I was doing this over fifty years ago and I know it can be done. Your local feed and seed will probably be able to tell you what to get for rocks for your chickens. And you will love the eggs and the meat. Best damn eggs there are. You give them a little fenced run and they will produce the best eggs in the nation. Just give them a place to scratch for bugs and worms and they will take care of the rest. No really intense labor is required after the system is built and going. You just go out and gather the eggs and give them a little feed every day, water too.
I actually need two chicken houses. One for layers and one for meat chickens. Meat chickens are what I have done historically. I would grown a hundred at a time out at our little 8 acre farm and the whole family would come out from town for butchering day. It was quite a day. Grandma showed us how to kill the chickens and then left us alone. The men and us larger boys did the killing and the draining of the blood. You can wring their heads off or take them off under a bucket or chop them off. It don't hardly make a bit of difference. Then you have a ball of twine handy and you cut off pieces to wrap their feet and tie them to your mother's clothesline. That lets them bleed good. Then chicken you get now days ain't bled off properly and has big clots inside the meat, generally next to the bone. Chickens that have been allowed to bleed out do not have that crap. On butchering day we would have killers and hangers, followed by scalders and pluckers. You gotta scald the chickens to get the feathers to come out easily. But if you scald them too long then the feathers set on you and you will have the devil's own time getting those damn feathers to come out. Just plunge them into your kettle of boiling water and give them a swirl or two and that should do you just fine. If you are going to do a mess of chickens then test and find out the optimum amount of scalding that you need to do. After the chickens all got plucked they went through a line of ladies with small paring knives and the pin feathers were removed. They are feathers almost like hairs and they don't come out too easily. But they will come out and you will learn to appreciate the moms and grannies who do the pin feathers.
After the pinfeathers are removed it is time for the actual butchering to begin. You can do it all kinds of ways but I generally started opening the stomach cavity and taking the innards out. This gives you the gizzard, the heart and the liver also. Good eating and good ingredients for other things. You do an asshole-ectomy and pitch the guts away. I suppose you could do something with them but we never did. Then I always cut off the legs to start the actual meat cutting process. That gives you legs and thighs and those are really meaty. You go to work on the main body then and get your back and your breast removed. You cut the neck off and save it for stew meat. Does a helluva good job of flavoring broth also. After that we packed the chicken into empty half gallon milk cartons which are no long on the market. You will have to go to plastic bags in this day and age, unless you can come up with something else. And you might be able to come up with something else. Don't forget your innovation. And don't forget to tell us about it when you come up with a new thing. After the chickens were packed away they were placed in the freezer. When evening was coming on and folks were getting ready to go home we gave them all the chicken they could carry. It left us with plenty of good chicken for ourselves.
I guess the reason I am so wound up today is that I am enthused by some of the younger generation coming on. I see the clan getting together. I see people enjoying each other and being together. I see all ages of people together and not some segregated bullshit like society tells us is proper. If older people get away from the younger folks they will die! Do not be fooled. God did not make us to be isolated in our individual pillboxes. We have always lived in clans. It is in our make up, our DNA. Think back through the hundreds of years this people has lived on this continent. We made it because we stuck together. We made it because we helped each other and cared for each other. Our enemies play divide and conquer. We have to get out of that freaking game! We are sitting ducks living individual lives. It is against nature. Do what ever you can to stop this idiocy of being separate from your clan, from your fellow man. The time of peril is coming, folks. Try to stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
The young men are not cooking today but are putting in a new tub and shower at the place my son will be living for the next period of time. They can do carpentry work, especially remodeling. Guess who I will be putting the muscle on to build me a chicken coop next Spring. I can get them the lumber from the mill and they can fling it up. It will be nice to have some layers for eggs and meat when the SHTF. I have eaten Amish eggs for too long and those watery factory eggs just don't get it as far as I am concerned. Y'all that have the means should get you up a chicken coop if you can. You can buy commercial laying mash and all that stuff but they will eat most anything green and you can grow corn and let it go to dent and grind it for Winter food. You try to mix it with some oats and whatever grain you run across and you give them some rocks to eat and store in their craw to grind the stuff down to a fineness they can properly digest. I was doing this over fifty years ago and I know it can be done. Your local feed and seed will probably be able to tell you what to get for rocks for your chickens. And you will love the eggs and the meat. Best damn eggs there are. You give them a little fenced run and they will produce the best eggs in the nation. Just give them a place to scratch for bugs and worms and they will take care of the rest. No really intense labor is required after the system is built and going. You just go out and gather the eggs and give them a little feed every day, water too.
I actually need two chicken houses. One for layers and one for meat chickens. Meat chickens are what I have done historically. I would grown a hundred at a time out at our little 8 acre farm and the whole family would come out from town for butchering day. It was quite a day. Grandma showed us how to kill the chickens and then left us alone. The men and us larger boys did the killing and the draining of the blood. You can wring their heads off or take them off under a bucket or chop them off. It don't hardly make a bit of difference. Then you have a ball of twine handy and you cut off pieces to wrap their feet and tie them to your mother's clothesline. That lets them bleed good. Then chicken you get now days ain't bled off properly and has big clots inside the meat, generally next to the bone. Chickens that have been allowed to bleed out do not have that crap. On butchering day we would have killers and hangers, followed by scalders and pluckers. You gotta scald the chickens to get the feathers to come out easily. But if you scald them too long then the feathers set on you and you will have the devil's own time getting those damn feathers to come out. Just plunge them into your kettle of boiling water and give them a swirl or two and that should do you just fine. If you are going to do a mess of chickens then test and find out the optimum amount of scalding that you need to do. After the chickens all got plucked they went through a line of ladies with small paring knives and the pin feathers were removed. They are feathers almost like hairs and they don't come out too easily. But they will come out and you will learn to appreciate the moms and grannies who do the pin feathers.
After the pinfeathers are removed it is time for the actual butchering to begin. You can do it all kinds of ways but I generally started opening the stomach cavity and taking the innards out. This gives you the gizzard, the heart and the liver also. Good eating and good ingredients for other things. You do an asshole-ectomy and pitch the guts away. I suppose you could do something with them but we never did. Then I always cut off the legs to start the actual meat cutting process. That gives you legs and thighs and those are really meaty. You go to work on the main body then and get your back and your breast removed. You cut the neck off and save it for stew meat. Does a helluva good job of flavoring broth also. After that we packed the chicken into empty half gallon milk cartons which are no long on the market. You will have to go to plastic bags in this day and age, unless you can come up with something else. And you might be able to come up with something else. Don't forget your innovation. And don't forget to tell us about it when you come up with a new thing. After the chickens were packed away they were placed in the freezer. When evening was coming on and folks were getting ready to go home we gave them all the chicken they could carry. It left us with plenty of good chicken for ourselves.
I guess the reason I am so wound up today is that I am enthused by some of the younger generation coming on. I see the clan getting together. I see people enjoying each other and being together. I see all ages of people together and not some segregated bullshit like society tells us is proper. If older people get away from the younger folks they will die! Do not be fooled. God did not make us to be isolated in our individual pillboxes. We have always lived in clans. It is in our make up, our DNA. Think back through the hundreds of years this people has lived on this continent. We made it because we stuck together. We made it because we helped each other and cared for each other. Our enemies play divide and conquer. We have to get out of that freaking game! We are sitting ducks living individual lives. It is against nature. Do what ever you can to stop this idiocy of being separate from your clan, from your fellow man. The time of peril is coming, folks. Try to stay alive!
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Saturday, December 5, 2009
A LEGACY -pt 4
May 28, 2035 I am going up to the high ground of our property with my father this morning. We will probably be up there most of the day. My father wants to check for an elevated source of water for had times. We will be on horseback and be bringing a pack horse as well. I got up at 5:30 a.m. and at 6:00 o'clock we pulled out. The first part of the excursion was fairly easy, as the land is fairly flat with just a gentle rise. But it shortly got steep and woody and the going was tougher. We had to keep and eye out for rocks just on the surface of the land. The horses could slip and fall on such things and we didn't need to risk that. We got up on the highest part of our property and father stopped and got off of his horse. We sat down on a fallen tree and rested a bit from the ride.
"I have been watching this section of land for quite some time. In the cold weather there are places where smoke comes from the ground. It ain't really smoke. It is moist air that hits cooler air and condenses, looking like steam. That means an opening in the ground. Probably a cave or an access to a cave. Getting into a cave is a very nice thing in time of trouble."
"Where did you stay when the nuclear war started father? It must have been pretty exciting."
"It was exciting to the maximum degree, son. We had tunneled into the hills pretty deep but you never know until you have tried it whether or not it will save your hide. But Daniel had gotten the word to do that in the spirit and we were pretty sure it would work. And it did. That is why we are always interested in caves. It sorta goes along with our survival heritage. It bonded a lot of is together during all that time in the caves. We cut those babies in there with a special stone cutting device and those cave are still available down in the valley. The inner rooms are mainly for warehousing any more but they will become factories and hospitals and what ever in time of need. The main thing is to get areas of dryness where people won't get Arthritis. Dampness is a bad thing, son, for people to have to live in for any length of time."
"Did you have moisture in the caves you carved out of the rock in the hills? Did anyone get all crippled up? I don't remember much about the caves, though I lived in them. I was pretty young then."
"There were sections that were dry and sections that were wet. Naturally we lived in the dry sections. You lived in a dry section. We had food stores and old time survival foods. We ate a lot of jerky and pemmican. We had ground corn and some other dried foods. We also took in canned goods that we could buy at the store, although they wee getting scarce when the shit hit the fan. When the collapse came the economy was destroyed and it was hard to find people who would make canned food for the American public. We were not too popular back in those days. Our popularity was the direct result of our stupid national leadership. And the mass of people in this country were dumbed down and ignorant as hell. I couldn't stand to go to a bar and drink a beer with the idiots. As far as I was concerned they were nothing but cannon fodder. We got by with amazingly few health problems in the nuclear exchange. Our cave was dry, at least the sections we lived in. Now let's move around the face of this hill some more and see if there are any high springs. We ARE up here in a mission son."
So we mounted up and went across the face of the hill. We looked for water seepage and stuff like that. We found some interesting sites but they were not producing springs without a lot of work. But if we needed them we would have all the help we needed. We would have diggers galore and tools and all kinds of stuff necessary to open a small spring. We went back to our original resting log and started to fix lunch.
"Father, what did the world look like after the nuclear war? Was it all burnt to a crisp or what?"
"It all depended on where you were, son. We heard the big coastal cities were death traps. Radiation hot as hell. Sure death if you got too close. But down in the valley we were pretty sheltered and safe. When God told us we could go out we trusted him and never had any problems. We went right to work and planted gardens when we could and sowed fields for grazing to build up some herds and got busy making chicken coops for eggs and meat. In about a year we were doing okay again. The missiles struck in the Fall and we were out and working in the Spring. We have never turned back. We had babies coming on all the time and there was just no giving up and turning to something else. And we have prospered greatly and given thanks unto God. He has been our security and our savior. And he is flawless in his judgements. When he says "Go!" you can believe it"
"What was it like in the 90's? We hear a lot about it but nothing specific."
"The 90's was a time for the electronics industry. Bill Gates was cranking out Windows. Larry Eliason was building all kinds of switches and routers. Steve Jobs was building Apple computers. Down at Round Rock, Texas, they were building Dell computers. lead by Michael Dell. Intel was making processors that went faster and faster all the time. AMD came around to give them some competition. Amazon was started and actually made money after a while. Matt Drudge came in and revolutionized the news industry. Alta Vista was a major search engine but they were far surpassed by Google. Google became so popular their name was synonymous with web search. Then about 2001 we had the DOT COM bubble. Wall street went nuts financing all the stupid web site ideas. Stuff that would never work. The weather patterns were pretty normal as far as our memories were concerned. We had hurricanes in season and we had some cold Winters and some not so cold Winters. Summers in the Valley were the normal hot, muggy things we all remembered. The end of the 90's brought about global cooling but we didn't pay much attention. You could get a job pretty easily and people ate okay. There was change but a lot of it was below the radar to most people. A lot of manufacturing was shipped out of this country to countries on the Pacific Rim and to Mexico. But we seemed able to absorb the loses and go on. It all caught up with us when the collapse hit and we lost work like crazy. But the government was pushing the idea that we would develop a service economy and everything would be okay. But without our manufacturing base things we were NOT okay. We were getting our asses kicked in the 90's and didn't notice it. But it all became clear after 2000. America was in a bad fix, son, and didn't have the means to get out of it."
"It sounds so stupid", I said. "How can you not plant a garden but expect to eat from imported food supplies? You don't have anything to trade for the food!. It was so stupid."
"Right you are son. It was very stupid. But we had three successive stupid presidents. or at least that is the common explanation. Some folks think they were crooks and knew exactly what they were doing. I just put them down as stupid crooks and sorta go along with everyone."
"Well, father, what was the reaction to the collapse? What did the people do? How did they make it?"
"A lot of them didn't make it son. Many people were killed by riots and looters and starvation. We made it by having gardens and by hunting and fishing. We also made it by by being able to guard the gardens and the property. Folks would come right in and steal your food out of your garden back in those days and not give a damn how it hurt you. They were looking out for themselves before anyone else even was thought of. As the unrest spread across the country there was other types of crime to contend with. It got so a lot of homes and small farms were raided and all occupants killed for the food they had or might have. Anyone thought of as a prepper was raided very harshly. They were known to have weapons and thus were hit hard and fast by the gangs. The gangs had built themselves up to armed superiority by sending members to the armed forces to learn combat and what it entailed. Some of those gangs were very mean and hard to deal with. Again, we made it by means of group survival. We could post guards all over the place and have an alarm that would bring more guns very quickly. Our people learned quickly how to make out what was coming upon them. Any time we defeated a group we went to the battle field and picked up the weapons of the attackers. Generally it was just small arms of little importance and nothing special, but every now and them we would pick up a machine gun or something equally impressive. We even found a few Rifle Propelled Grenades. Those RPG's will really stir up the playing field, especially if only one side has them. There was a lot of theft in those days of the National Guard Armories. There were black market dealers of some very illegal weapons. Illegal in the sense that the old law of Washington D.C. said they were illegal. We never paid too much attention to that shit. When there are armed and trained gangs out there trying to kill you and eat your food then what does a little law violation have to do with anything."
"We stayed in our own area for over a half of a year after the collapse. But when we got the game figured out we went on the hunt. The first thing we did was go attack the gangs at their base camps. Not much of that was being done. They were very unprepared and vulnerable. The first one we hit was a total slaughter. Killed every damn one of them and took everything of value. There were 65 people in that camp. We let the coons and the possums and the buzzards clean the mess up for the world. A very organic approach to life. Hah! But we left our mark and told everyone that we were not to be messed with and the word got around and people started being afraid of us. It only took a couple more gang erasures to clean the area out. Things settled down and we went looking for food and animals and equipment. And those 'Search and Seize' missions were quite successful. It was sort of like when the Hebrews left Egypt. They were told to spoil the Egyptians. So the Hebrew women borrowed all the gold jewelry the possible could from the Egyptian women and left he country with it Yes they took it from their employers whom they had befriended, but God told them to do it. I guess that shows how much God thought of the people not in his clan. And we did the same thing. If we needed something we went and got it. We would offer to trade and if that was refused we came back and took it. And we never looked back, son."
"Father, how long did you say it took the people to get back on their feet after after the nuclear attack?"
"Well, we stayed in the caves until about six months had passed. It was Spring and we were all in a meeting and God spoke and said we could go out now and go to work. Let me tell you, we were out the next morning. Whooping and hollering and praising God. It was a wonderful feeling to get out into the fresh air and sunshine. We went to work a couple days after that and started putting in our gardens. Of course we had the seed all stored up proper and ready to go. The animals we had in sections of the cave were happy to get out in the sunlight also. We had more when we came out than when we went in. We had to build a couple new chicken houses immediately. We got in a Spring planting of grasses in our pastures and it was no time at all until the beasts were out eating forage instead of hay and ground grain. But we had a foot hold on meat production and eggs and milk. We had to shear the sheep quickly because they had become pretty wooly in the cave. But it made fine clothes and blankets and trade goods. We were happy as could be."
TO BE CONTINUED
"I have been watching this section of land for quite some time. In the cold weather there are places where smoke comes from the ground. It ain't really smoke. It is moist air that hits cooler air and condenses, looking like steam. That means an opening in the ground. Probably a cave or an access to a cave. Getting into a cave is a very nice thing in time of trouble."
"Where did you stay when the nuclear war started father? It must have been pretty exciting."
"It was exciting to the maximum degree, son. We had tunneled into the hills pretty deep but you never know until you have tried it whether or not it will save your hide. But Daniel had gotten the word to do that in the spirit and we were pretty sure it would work. And it did. That is why we are always interested in caves. It sorta goes along with our survival heritage. It bonded a lot of is together during all that time in the caves. We cut those babies in there with a special stone cutting device and those cave are still available down in the valley. The inner rooms are mainly for warehousing any more but they will become factories and hospitals and what ever in time of need. The main thing is to get areas of dryness where people won't get Arthritis. Dampness is a bad thing, son, for people to have to live in for any length of time."
"Did you have moisture in the caves you carved out of the rock in the hills? Did anyone get all crippled up? I don't remember much about the caves, though I lived in them. I was pretty young then."
"There were sections that were dry and sections that were wet. Naturally we lived in the dry sections. You lived in a dry section. We had food stores and old time survival foods. We ate a lot of jerky and pemmican. We had ground corn and some other dried foods. We also took in canned goods that we could buy at the store, although they wee getting scarce when the shit hit the fan. When the collapse came the economy was destroyed and it was hard to find people who would make canned food for the American public. We were not too popular back in those days. Our popularity was the direct result of our stupid national leadership. And the mass of people in this country were dumbed down and ignorant as hell. I couldn't stand to go to a bar and drink a beer with the idiots. As far as I was concerned they were nothing but cannon fodder. We got by with amazingly few health problems in the nuclear exchange. Our cave was dry, at least the sections we lived in. Now let's move around the face of this hill some more and see if there are any high springs. We ARE up here in a mission son."
So we mounted up and went across the face of the hill. We looked for water seepage and stuff like that. We found some interesting sites but they were not producing springs without a lot of work. But if we needed them we would have all the help we needed. We would have diggers galore and tools and all kinds of stuff necessary to open a small spring. We went back to our original resting log and started to fix lunch.
"Father, what did the world look like after the nuclear war? Was it all burnt to a crisp or what?"
"It all depended on where you were, son. We heard the big coastal cities were death traps. Radiation hot as hell. Sure death if you got too close. But down in the valley we were pretty sheltered and safe. When God told us we could go out we trusted him and never had any problems. We went right to work and planted gardens when we could and sowed fields for grazing to build up some herds and got busy making chicken coops for eggs and meat. In about a year we were doing okay again. The missiles struck in the Fall and we were out and working in the Spring. We have never turned back. We had babies coming on all the time and there was just no giving up and turning to something else. And we have prospered greatly and given thanks unto God. He has been our security and our savior. And he is flawless in his judgements. When he says "Go!" you can believe it"
"What was it like in the 90's? We hear a lot about it but nothing specific."
"The 90's was a time for the electronics industry. Bill Gates was cranking out Windows. Larry Eliason was building all kinds of switches and routers. Steve Jobs was building Apple computers. Down at Round Rock, Texas, they were building Dell computers. lead by Michael Dell. Intel was making processors that went faster and faster all the time. AMD came around to give them some competition. Amazon was started and actually made money after a while. Matt Drudge came in and revolutionized the news industry. Alta Vista was a major search engine but they were far surpassed by Google. Google became so popular their name was synonymous with web search. Then about 2001 we had the DOT COM bubble. Wall street went nuts financing all the stupid web site ideas. Stuff that would never work. The weather patterns were pretty normal as far as our memories were concerned. We had hurricanes in season and we had some cold Winters and some not so cold Winters. Summers in the Valley were the normal hot, muggy things we all remembered. The end of the 90's brought about global cooling but we didn't pay much attention. You could get a job pretty easily and people ate okay. There was change but a lot of it was below the radar to most people. A lot of manufacturing was shipped out of this country to countries on the Pacific Rim and to Mexico. But we seemed able to absorb the loses and go on. It all caught up with us when the collapse hit and we lost work like crazy. But the government was pushing the idea that we would develop a service economy and everything would be okay. But without our manufacturing base things we were NOT okay. We were getting our asses kicked in the 90's and didn't notice it. But it all became clear after 2000. America was in a bad fix, son, and didn't have the means to get out of it."
"It sounds so stupid", I said. "How can you not plant a garden but expect to eat from imported food supplies? You don't have anything to trade for the food!. It was so stupid."
"Right you are son. It was very stupid. But we had three successive stupid presidents. or at least that is the common explanation. Some folks think they were crooks and knew exactly what they were doing. I just put them down as stupid crooks and sorta go along with everyone."
"Well, father, what was the reaction to the collapse? What did the people do? How did they make it?"
"A lot of them didn't make it son. Many people were killed by riots and looters and starvation. We made it by having gardens and by hunting and fishing. We also made it by by being able to guard the gardens and the property. Folks would come right in and steal your food out of your garden back in those days and not give a damn how it hurt you. They were looking out for themselves before anyone else even was thought of. As the unrest spread across the country there was other types of crime to contend with. It got so a lot of homes and small farms were raided and all occupants killed for the food they had or might have. Anyone thought of as a prepper was raided very harshly. They were known to have weapons and thus were hit hard and fast by the gangs. The gangs had built themselves up to armed superiority by sending members to the armed forces to learn combat and what it entailed. Some of those gangs were very mean and hard to deal with. Again, we made it by means of group survival. We could post guards all over the place and have an alarm that would bring more guns very quickly. Our people learned quickly how to make out what was coming upon them. Any time we defeated a group we went to the battle field and picked up the weapons of the attackers. Generally it was just small arms of little importance and nothing special, but every now and them we would pick up a machine gun or something equally impressive. We even found a few Rifle Propelled Grenades. Those RPG's will really stir up the playing field, especially if only one side has them. There was a lot of theft in those days of the National Guard Armories. There were black market dealers of some very illegal weapons. Illegal in the sense that the old law of Washington D.C. said they were illegal. We never paid too much attention to that shit. When there are armed and trained gangs out there trying to kill you and eat your food then what does a little law violation have to do with anything."
"We stayed in our own area for over a half of a year after the collapse. But when we got the game figured out we went on the hunt. The first thing we did was go attack the gangs at their base camps. Not much of that was being done. They were very unprepared and vulnerable. The first one we hit was a total slaughter. Killed every damn one of them and took everything of value. There were 65 people in that camp. We let the coons and the possums and the buzzards clean the mess up for the world. A very organic approach to life. Hah! But we left our mark and told everyone that we were not to be messed with and the word got around and people started being afraid of us. It only took a couple more gang erasures to clean the area out. Things settled down and we went looking for food and animals and equipment. And those 'Search and Seize' missions were quite successful. It was sort of like when the Hebrews left Egypt. They were told to spoil the Egyptians. So the Hebrew women borrowed all the gold jewelry the possible could from the Egyptian women and left he country with it Yes they took it from their employers whom they had befriended, but God told them to do it. I guess that shows how much God thought of the people not in his clan. And we did the same thing. If we needed something we went and got it. We would offer to trade and if that was refused we came back and took it. And we never looked back, son."
"Father, how long did you say it took the people to get back on their feet after after the nuclear attack?"
"Well, we stayed in the caves until about six months had passed. It was Spring and we were all in a meeting and God spoke and said we could go out now and go to work. Let me tell you, we were out the next morning. Whooping and hollering and praising God. It was a wonderful feeling to get out into the fresh air and sunshine. We went to work a couple days after that and started putting in our gardens. Of course we had the seed all stored up proper and ready to go. The animals we had in sections of the cave were happy to get out in the sunlight also. We had more when we came out than when we went in. We had to build a couple new chicken houses immediately. We got in a Spring planting of grasses in our pastures and it was no time at all until the beasts were out eating forage instead of hay and ground grain. But we had a foot hold on meat production and eggs and milk. We had to shear the sheep quickly because they had become pretty wooly in the cave. But it made fine clothes and blankets and trade goods. We were happy as could be."
TO BE CONTINUED
Friday, December 4, 2009
REGULAR STUFF
I haven't written a normal blog much lately so I had better do it if for nothing more than practice if nothing else. Not much really going on. My friend Charles Bell told me at the beginning of the week that we were in a two week period of no news and as this first week is looking he called it pretty close. Lots of song and dance music but no pretty girls. Can't hardly stand it.
This New Years Eve is gonna be a troublesome mutha. It's on a Thursday and everyone will get paid on Wednesday because Friday is a holiday too. And New Years Eve is a full moon. It is our second full moon of the month and thus called a Blue Moon. So every ape in the country will have a pocket full of money and a full moon to prod him into action. Ask an emergency room nurse or a jailer how things are on full moon pay days. It can get pretty hairy. My plan is to stay here and forget about anything away from home. There will be cops and deputies all over the place. They will get over time for working the holiday and the drunks will get the shaft. Watch your act on New Years Eve. Bad medicine.
Things must be getting pretty scant on the fraud trips lately. I am getting record numbers of lies in my emails of late. The normal African stuff with promises of a big check they are dying to send to you if you will just give them certain information. But the Phishing expeditions, wanting my correct email address and my account information are coming in all the time. Things must be getting a little rough in the criminal world. And why not? There is no good reason why the crooks should escape this collapse any more than the rest us. Another thing I get a lot of is email lists for spamming the internet. The way I hate spam you would think that only an idiot would try to sell me the means to do it. Not true. Everyone is trying to make some money these days.
The thermometer is on the down elevator these days. Every evening on my weather page is sub-freezing. I called a very good friend of mine this morning and it was 81 degrees in Florida where he was building farm structures. I wished him continued good fortune in his construction business. He said he as down to not much these days but he has evolved into a prepper and that made me feel good. He has fourteen children, ten boys and four girls, and they have managed to hatch out twenty grandchildren for him. Wonderful! He is of the old school where everybody works at the family business and lives on the same property. They all have separate housing but they are a clan and I mean a clan. They are heavy Christian which I deplore and tell them so in no uncertain terms. But they accept me and I accept them. They have a farm in Georgia with lots of cattle on it. There is even a river that borders it. Plus they have their own private lake at another place and they can grow food practically all year round. Just down home folks that I really think a lot of. Their Elder is a great bear of a man and he and I go back a long time, almost 30 years. I wish them the greatest of success. They will be up here in the Spring, I think. We will sit around for two or three days and catch up on what all they are doing.
Getting back to the thermometer thing for a minute, it is going to be a cold ass Winter. That has been my prediction, the Farmer's Almanac prediction and Dragon's prediction. I ain't heard it from God but these three things are pretty conclusive to me. So take care of your selves and have an alternative heat source in your home. I saw a propane heater today on some web page that ran off of a small propane tank and would not kill you with fumes. Look around. There are lots of things on the market for preppers and campers and whatnot. Preparedness is becoming the new indoor sport in America, at least among those with half a brain. Stay alive.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
This New Years Eve is gonna be a troublesome mutha. It's on a Thursday and everyone will get paid on Wednesday because Friday is a holiday too. And New Years Eve is a full moon. It is our second full moon of the month and thus called a Blue Moon. So every ape in the country will have a pocket full of money and a full moon to prod him into action. Ask an emergency room nurse or a jailer how things are on full moon pay days. It can get pretty hairy. My plan is to stay here and forget about anything away from home. There will be cops and deputies all over the place. They will get over time for working the holiday and the drunks will get the shaft. Watch your act on New Years Eve. Bad medicine.
Things must be getting pretty scant on the fraud trips lately. I am getting record numbers of lies in my emails of late. The normal African stuff with promises of a big check they are dying to send to you if you will just give them certain information. But the Phishing expeditions, wanting my correct email address and my account information are coming in all the time. Things must be getting a little rough in the criminal world. And why not? There is no good reason why the crooks should escape this collapse any more than the rest us. Another thing I get a lot of is email lists for spamming the internet. The way I hate spam you would think that only an idiot would try to sell me the means to do it. Not true. Everyone is trying to make some money these days.
The thermometer is on the down elevator these days. Every evening on my weather page is sub-freezing. I called a very good friend of mine this morning and it was 81 degrees in Florida where he was building farm structures. I wished him continued good fortune in his construction business. He said he as down to not much these days but he has evolved into a prepper and that made me feel good. He has fourteen children, ten boys and four girls, and they have managed to hatch out twenty grandchildren for him. Wonderful! He is of the old school where everybody works at the family business and lives on the same property. They all have separate housing but they are a clan and I mean a clan. They are heavy Christian which I deplore and tell them so in no uncertain terms. But they accept me and I accept them. They have a farm in Georgia with lots of cattle on it. There is even a river that borders it. Plus they have their own private lake at another place and they can grow food practically all year round. Just down home folks that I really think a lot of. Their Elder is a great bear of a man and he and I go back a long time, almost 30 years. I wish them the greatest of success. They will be up here in the Spring, I think. We will sit around for two or three days and catch up on what all they are doing.
Getting back to the thermometer thing for a minute, it is going to be a cold ass Winter. That has been my prediction, the Farmer's Almanac prediction and Dragon's prediction. I ain't heard it from God but these three things are pretty conclusive to me. So take care of your selves and have an alternative heat source in your home. I saw a propane heater today on some web page that ran off of a small propane tank and would not kill you with fumes. Look around. There are lots of things on the market for preppers and campers and whatnot. Preparedness is becoming the new indoor sport in America, at least among those with half a brain. Stay alive.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Thursday, December 3, 2009
A LEGACY-pt 3
May 26, 2035 I went to see my father this evening for a little chat. I knew he was upset about the Eastern Confederacy and I wanted to know more of the details of his thinking. I found him at his home playing with his latest baby. My father loved babies and they liked him. I greeted him and sat down and waited for the opportunity to talk about the possible war on the horizon. At last he was done romping with the child and we got down to the subject on my mind. "Father, why are you so mad at these people from the Eastern Confederacy"
"Well son, it's like this. I was a medic before the crash and I must say I was a good one. I studied my protocols and procedures all the time. I was not a man to let a patient die easily. If I could get them stabilized and delivered to the bright lights and stainless steel of a hospital I was happy with the job I was doing. But my thinking was off in one critical area. Nothing was being done to keep people from getting sick. And people were getting sick in amazing numbers. My job was not all car wrecks and shootings. Far from it. A lot of my work was handling obese diabetics of either type 1 or type 2 classification. I handled a lot of people with pneumonia. I handled a lot of people with chronic health problems that really had no cure. At first I was all business and procedure but after a while I began to take notice of the underlying causes of human sickness. People did not get enough exercise. People certainly did not get proper nutrition. People did not get medicine that cured a damn thing but rather relieved symptoms. And a lot of the problem stemmed from the attitude of the government health authorities in Washington, D.C. They were the reason a lot of people were sick and dying. Just a bunch of bastards."
"But father, why didn't the population pick up on the situation and take another route, another method?"
"Because of the propaganda they got through the television 24 hours a day. They were constantly bombarded with ads for fast food and junk food. They were shown the government nutrition pyramid all the time. And that pyramid was a hoax. Then there was the Pharmaceutical companies who were making billions off the medicine prescribed to these poor ignorant people. The deck was stacked so badly that no one could do a damn thing to stop the sickness machine. The deck was stacked to keep people from improving their immune systems. My grandmother, the Handmaiden, saw an article on the internet showing the weekly grocery purchases of different ethnic groups of people around the country. The Asians probably ate the best, followed by rich white people. But after that it was all downhill. The poorer you were the worse your diet. And in the years leading up to the collapse the more poor people we acquired. This country was overrun with poor people. And tax payer money was used to treat them and buy their food. And they bought the same old crap they always ate. No body got any better but the system players got rich off of government funding of the poor and the sick. And that was the way it was when the collapse hit us. And a lot of people died in the collapse because they had not better idea of living than what the government said and provided. And it all started in Washington, D.C. at the behest of lobbyists and lawyers. And that town still has a hand in a lot of things it should not have them in. But if I have anything to do with it they will get cut back a lot, a whole lot."
"What is the matter with these people, father?"
"They want to rule the world, son. They want to run everything. Their idea is that the state is more intelligent than the people living in the state. The state is more efficient. And we all know that is a pile of bullshit. But we will have to get on this subject another time because I have to go to a meeting with the local leaders and talk with them about the possibility of war, distasteful as it might be. But come back when you can and we will get into it a little deeper. But I must go . I'll be seeing you later."
"Well son, it's like this. I was a medic before the crash and I must say I was a good one. I studied my protocols and procedures all the time. I was not a man to let a patient die easily. If I could get them stabilized and delivered to the bright lights and stainless steel of a hospital I was happy with the job I was doing. But my thinking was off in one critical area. Nothing was being done to keep people from getting sick. And people were getting sick in amazing numbers. My job was not all car wrecks and shootings. Far from it. A lot of my work was handling obese diabetics of either type 1 or type 2 classification. I handled a lot of people with pneumonia. I handled a lot of people with chronic health problems that really had no cure. At first I was all business and procedure but after a while I began to take notice of the underlying causes of human sickness. People did not get enough exercise. People certainly did not get proper nutrition. People did not get medicine that cured a damn thing but rather relieved symptoms. And a lot of the problem stemmed from the attitude of the government health authorities in Washington, D.C. They were the reason a lot of people were sick and dying. Just a bunch of bastards."
"But father, why didn't the population pick up on the situation and take another route, another method?"
"Because of the propaganda they got through the television 24 hours a day. They were constantly bombarded with ads for fast food and junk food. They were shown the government nutrition pyramid all the time. And that pyramid was a hoax. Then there was the Pharmaceutical companies who were making billions off the medicine prescribed to these poor ignorant people. The deck was stacked so badly that no one could do a damn thing to stop the sickness machine. The deck was stacked to keep people from improving their immune systems. My grandmother, the Handmaiden, saw an article on the internet showing the weekly grocery purchases of different ethnic groups of people around the country. The Asians probably ate the best, followed by rich white people. But after that it was all downhill. The poorer you were the worse your diet. And in the years leading up to the collapse the more poor people we acquired. This country was overrun with poor people. And tax payer money was used to treat them and buy their food. And they bought the same old crap they always ate. No body got any better but the system players got rich off of government funding of the poor and the sick. And that was the way it was when the collapse hit us. And a lot of people died in the collapse because they had not better idea of living than what the government said and provided. And it all started in Washington, D.C. at the behest of lobbyists and lawyers. And that town still has a hand in a lot of things it should not have them in. But if I have anything to do with it they will get cut back a lot, a whole lot."
"What is the matter with these people, father?"
"They want to rule the world, son. They want to run everything. Their idea is that the state is more intelligent than the people living in the state. The state is more efficient. And we all know that is a pile of bullshit. But we will have to get on this subject another time because I have to go to a meeting with the local leaders and talk with them about the possibility of war, distasteful as it might be. But come back when you can and we will get into it a little deeper. But I must go . I'll be seeing you later."
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
A LEGACY-pt 2
May 15, 2035 We have spent the last four days putting garden seed in the ground. The garden was all ready by the frost date and we have been planting up a storm. It's quite a thing to see 200 people go to a piece of ground and start sowing a garden. It's like a huge army just moving along planting and covering. But the garden is acres upon acres and we will use everything that grows. But it is all planted now and we will settle in to our routines of weeding and killing bugs for a while. Then we start to eat! Lettuce and radishes and salad greens will be first and we will gorge on fresh vegetables. We store a lot of vegetables over the Winter but they are nothing like the fresh new stuff that is coming soon. My father has gotten a message that there might be a shooting war coming up with the Eastern Confederacy. The Eastern Confederacy is close to the old ways of government. They have lot of people who don't do much and they have crime and drugs and a lot of old fashioned socialism. There are always a small segment breaking off and joining with new confederacies that have the Kingdom idea and plenty to eat. The Eastern government keeps trying to force the break away Kinglets back into the fold but they never can get the job done. We always kick their ass and send them back to Washington, D.C. We use the people from the probable point of invasion as our scouts and they give the warning. Father always thought that was a good idea because the people who live there know the land the best. If they come again we will defeat them again.
Now that planting is done we will have weddings all over the place. I have a wife and my father has three so I don't think we will be involved this year. The neighboring Kinglets are on about the same schedule as we are and we will be attending their weddings and they will attend ours. Lot of fun and parties and merriment. The houses for the newly weds are almost built and they will have a place to stay when the ceremonies are over. Can't be having newlyweds with no home to move in to. Just would not be right. Half of the clan is at home tending to the gardens and the other half will be making merry. Come harvest time everybody reverses their roles of the Spring and the people who stayed behind for the watching and weeding of the crops will get to take off and hunt or what ever they wish to do, with no condemnation to anyone. A lot of women will sew and get thing ready to trade at the next TRADING FAIR. It will be at the end of October or the first part of November. Our Kinglet has it's own fair and we will all be there and get to participate.
May 25, 2035 We have had crops already coming up in the garden and a few wedding announcements. But things are not alright with my father. He is starting to get disturbed about the growling in the air about the Eastern Confederacy wanting to start a conflict. It is all over a conflict with a breakaway section of North Carolina. These people in eastern North Carolina do not want a thing to do with the Eastern Confederacy and the whole country knows it. My father has a bone to pick with the leadership of the E.C. over why they would even object to the region of North Carolina leaving the E.C. The land itself is not very valuable and the people are mountain bred and not given to too much government to begin with. My father seems to feel that the E.C. would be better off, and save some lives, if they just forgot about it. But the word is coming around that the insult will not be forgiven and that there will be war. My father wants to send the E.C. a message that for every death the Central Confederacy suffers, there will be a price of 10 lives taken from the E.C. Father has that proposal submitted to the different leaders of the Kinglets for their input. He would not take it on himself to make such a boast unless the other leaders felt it was proper. We shall see! And stay alive.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Now that planting is done we will have weddings all over the place. I have a wife and my father has three so I don't think we will be involved this year. The neighboring Kinglets are on about the same schedule as we are and we will be attending their weddings and they will attend ours. Lot of fun and parties and merriment. The houses for the newly weds are almost built and they will have a place to stay when the ceremonies are over. Can't be having newlyweds with no home to move in to. Just would not be right. Half of the clan is at home tending to the gardens and the other half will be making merry. Come harvest time everybody reverses their roles of the Spring and the people who stayed behind for the watching and weeding of the crops will get to take off and hunt or what ever they wish to do, with no condemnation to anyone. A lot of women will sew and get thing ready to trade at the next TRADING FAIR. It will be at the end of October or the first part of November. Our Kinglet has it's own fair and we will all be there and get to participate.
May 25, 2035 We have had crops already coming up in the garden and a few wedding announcements. But things are not alright with my father. He is starting to get disturbed about the growling in the air about the Eastern Confederacy wanting to start a conflict. It is all over a conflict with a breakaway section of North Carolina. These people in eastern North Carolina do not want a thing to do with the Eastern Confederacy and the whole country knows it. My father has a bone to pick with the leadership of the E.C. over why they would even object to the region of North Carolina leaving the E.C. The land itself is not very valuable and the people are mountain bred and not given to too much government to begin with. My father seems to feel that the E.C. would be better off, and save some lives, if they just forgot about it. But the word is coming around that the insult will not be forgiven and that there will be war. My father wants to send the E.C. a message that for every death the Central Confederacy suffers, there will be a price of 10 lives taken from the E.C. Father has that proposal submitted to the different leaders of the Kinglets for their input. He would not take it on himself to make such a boast unless the other leaders felt it was proper. We shall see! And stay alive.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
A LEGACY
May 10, 2035. I just finished reading my grandfather's blog posts from the late aughts, basically from 2007 to 2009. It must have been a real hectic time back then. He speaks of crooked bankers and crooked central banks and crooked politicians and globalism and nuclear threats and so many things that were dangerous and hazardous. Today we have a much simpler life. We just raise what we need and keep our seed and live our lives as we see fit. There is not money to speak of. We pretty much barter for what we want extra from our crops. My grandfather writes of living off of social security and people not believing the havoc that was about to embrace them. But grandfather believed in it. He became what was known as a prepper back in those days. He stashed back lots of food and non-hybrid seed and medicine and guns and ammo and some other things, like tools, that he could afford. They, that is the preppers, had a thing they watched for called SHTF. It was a descriptive phrase to describe very bad things happening to the people of the land. Even some of my grandfather's children were left out of survival because of their ignorance. He just shut his mouth and went on about helping those he could. He always said it was a waste of time to help someone who did not want to be helped. Grandfather always talked about the United States of America and some poor leaders they had. He called them Clinton, Dubya, and Obama. I don't remember much about the old USA. Our Kinglet is part of the Central Confederacy. We are autonomous but we have the Confederacy in case of a major attack by anyone. We make our living off of gardening and farming. Grandfather started a food business back in 2010 and developed quite a customer base. Then we had the collapse and then nuclear war and then the rebuild. The rebuild was tough because there were so many people trying to rip us off. I was born in 2005 and cannot remember the political conditions back there but I can pretty much trust what my grandfather wrote to be accurate. I can remember the rebuild. I was young then but not so young that I can't remember the men and women working so hard to get us back into production.
Grandfather was a follower of a man named Daniel Wright. My grandfather would have fought to the death for that man. Any time! And he adhered to Daniel's philosophy all his life. I was raised up under some of that philosophy. My father was grandfather's only son and thus he was kind of spoiled. And my father was always loyal to grandfather. They really admired each other. Grandfather was tall but my father was even taller. I am tall also. And I have the same high forehead as they do. Grandfather died in 2014, at the age of 70 years old. He said he was ready and I believe him. But his idea of raising food stayed behind and we support ourselves from it. We use much the same techniques as his wife, the Handmaiden, to preserve our food. We sell in much the same quantities as she did. Packaging is almost non-existent anymore but we still get our products out to market in a form that people can buy and carry home. My father is ruler here at our Kinglet. There are about 250 people here and everyone, including my father, works in the business. Ruling our Kinglet is not a big deal. Everyone knows the rules and pretty much follows them. There is no place for old fashioned royal behavior in our world. Leadership is a job, not a privilege. And people vote with their feet in this day and age. You come down too hard and folks will leave you so fast you won't know what happened.
My father got us a thousand acres of pretty good farm land for our agricultural business. Not too far from the land of our birth but a lot better for farming. The owners of the property had been killed off in the war and there was no one to use the land so father sort of got it by default. He just started paying the little bit of land taxes that was owed and it was declared belonging to us. And then we went to work. Father had tons of non-hybrid seed he had gotten from my grandfather and we got it in the ground that first Spring. Father traded vegetables for beef and pigs and goats and chickens and sheep that Fall and we were on our way to making a living. We learned to make wool for clothing. We learned to tan hides. We sold eggs and meat and vegetables to other folks in the area until we could get our own store built and stocked. We have a primitive sawmill for our own construction needs. Most of our buildings are made of stone. Father admires fireproof buildings. Our lives are pretty good and we don't have many troubles. We seek the leading of God and let him take care of the path we are to follow. I am sure my grandfather would approve of our life. He was a prepper and a man of God and he always said Stay Alive. It was a priority to him.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
Grandfather was a follower of a man named Daniel Wright. My grandfather would have fought to the death for that man. Any time! And he adhered to Daniel's philosophy all his life. I was raised up under some of that philosophy. My father was grandfather's only son and thus he was kind of spoiled. And my father was always loyal to grandfather. They really admired each other. Grandfather was tall but my father was even taller. I am tall also. And I have the same high forehead as they do. Grandfather died in 2014, at the age of 70 years old. He said he was ready and I believe him. But his idea of raising food stayed behind and we support ourselves from it. We use much the same techniques as his wife, the Handmaiden, to preserve our food. We sell in much the same quantities as she did. Packaging is almost non-existent anymore but we still get our products out to market in a form that people can buy and carry home. My father is ruler here at our Kinglet. There are about 250 people here and everyone, including my father, works in the business. Ruling our Kinglet is not a big deal. Everyone knows the rules and pretty much follows them. There is no place for old fashioned royal behavior in our world. Leadership is a job, not a privilege. And people vote with their feet in this day and age. You come down too hard and folks will leave you so fast you won't know what happened.
My father got us a thousand acres of pretty good farm land for our agricultural business. Not too far from the land of our birth but a lot better for farming. The owners of the property had been killed off in the war and there was no one to use the land so father sort of got it by default. He just started paying the little bit of land taxes that was owed and it was declared belonging to us. And then we went to work. Father had tons of non-hybrid seed he had gotten from my grandfather and we got it in the ground that first Spring. Father traded vegetables for beef and pigs and goats and chickens and sheep that Fall and we were on our way to making a living. We learned to make wool for clothing. We learned to tan hides. We sold eggs and meat and vegetables to other folks in the area until we could get our own store built and stocked. We have a primitive sawmill for our own construction needs. Most of our buildings are made of stone. Father admires fireproof buildings. Our lives are pretty good and we don't have many troubles. We seek the leading of God and let him take care of the path we are to follow. I am sure my grandfather would approve of our life. He was a prepper and a man of God and he always said Stay Alive. It was a priority to him.
Michael
mboone@rtccom.net
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