sumdumguy, I know I am a rare bird. I am
35, but was raised by parents who lived
like they were in the 1940's. Pigs,
chickens, milk cows, 1 acre garden, etc.
So I learned a bit about needs, wants,
desires, and such from that experience.
Also humility. See, all my friends
thought I was being raised nuts, having
to milk cows, feed pigs, butcher
chickens. But I think it may pay off,
and beleive already does.
While the neighbors are spying out who
may die next, who may quit next in their
never ending quest to be the biggest,
with the fanciest stuff, and while they
fly to tahiti in the winter, buy the
latest toys, and don't have time to
garden, raise birds to eat, feed an
animal, I am sitting here shaking my
head, alone in my ideals. The ideal is
deader than a doornail, and because of
it, I have little in common with anyone
else around. It is all about a different
quest. Me, I live like the 1980's. No
pigs, no milk cows, but enough animals
around to have a farm for my kids that
resembles a farm of yesteryear. Gives
'em something to do for chores: while
the neighbors boys ride their
motorbikes, my kids are collecting eggs,
feeding something, etc.
I wonder who will grow up more prepared
for life. My farm looks like a farm.
Most of the neighbors look like most
farms today; a mini hutterrite colony,
minus the pig barns etc..
It really is only money guys. In the
end, it all goes back in the box. Know
your needs and wants, and the difference
between them.
You just learned a bit about how I tick.
Congratulations! Take care out there
this fall!
35, but was raised by parents who lived
like they were in the 1940's. Pigs,
chickens, milk cows, 1 acre garden, etc.
So I learned a bit about needs, wants,
desires, and such from that experience.
Also humility. See, all my friends
thought I was being raised nuts, having
to milk cows, feed pigs, butcher
chickens. But I think it may pay off,
and beleive already does.
While the neighbors are spying out who
may die next, who may quit next in their
never ending quest to be the biggest,
with the fanciest stuff, and while they
fly to tahiti in the winter, buy the
latest toys, and don't have time to
garden, raise birds to eat, feed an
animal, I am sitting here shaking my
head, alone in my ideals. The ideal is
deader than a doornail, and because of
it, I have little in common with anyone
else around. It is all about a different
quest. Me, I live like the 1980's. No
pigs, no milk cows, but enough animals
around to have a farm for my kids that
resembles a farm of yesteryear. Gives
'em something to do for chores: while
the neighbors boys ride their
motorbikes, my kids are collecting eggs,
feeding something, etc.
I wonder who will grow up more prepared
for life. My farm looks like a farm.
Most of the neighbors look like most
farms today; a mini hutterrite colony,
minus the pig barns etc..
It really is only money guys. In the
end, it all goes back in the box. Know
your needs and wants, and the difference
between them.
You just learned a bit about how I tick.
Congratulations! Take care out there
this fall!
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