Believer, wife, mother, grandma. I believe “Beauty will save the world” and love will expand our consciousness. Dream of owning a regenerative farm one day 😍
When my father was a boy, he sometimes worked on a dairy farm owned by an Italian fellow, an immigrant named Lou Cure. (When I was a little boy, my grandfather made deliveries for Lou, and would leave a bottle of cold chocolate milk just for me, on our front doorstep.)
The Cure dairy farm was a small but strong business. Its customers were spread out in a 10-15 mile radius, though there were other dairies in the same area, doing the same kind of thing at the same scale. One of them, Kelly's Creamery, brought cartons of milk to us kids in school in our town. On St. Patrick's Day, Mr. Kelly himself would make the delivery, with his hair dyed green.
Anyway, Lou Cure's farm was located in an area with plenty of cold springs. I remember that my father used to stop at one of them sometimes with a gallon jug, to get the best water in the county. I don't know whether that spring still exists. But Mr. Cure would store his milk overnight in wells he had dug, fed by the springs. The temperature of that water was a steady 35-40 degrees, very cold.
All of his customers were happy, till along came the state's food administration. This was in the late 1960's, if I remember right. They told him that he had to buy big stainless steel holding tanks to store his milk in. It was highly doubtful that the tanks would keep the milk any cooler than his wells already did, but the regulation was the regulation. Mr. Cure was getting up in years, and he couldn't afford the tanks, which he thought were pointless anyway. So he shut down.
My father said that big businesses get together with regulators in government to write regulations ostensibly to benefit the public, but the immediate and irreversible effect is to put their smaller competitors out of business. I might also remark, now, that if you want Safety and Security at All Costs, or perhaps the appearance of it, you MUST wed yourself to the Bigs: but if you detest the Bigs, you must be willing to take your chances, as liberty demands.
This is Doug.
Doug made handwritten invites for a party he is having and walked them around to personally deliver them to all of his neighbors.
The invites read: "A party starting at 4pm until the cops come. Only bring a smile."
Doug is 85.
Be like Doug.
We need to build an economy in which the single-income household is not only the ideal, but a realistic possibility for the vast majority of people.
Future generations of children will never be adequately raised so long as both parents are outside the house for most of the day.
Biden sent this beautiful mother to prison for more than 3 years because she prayed outside an abortion clinic.
This morning Bevelyn Williams walked out a free woman because President @realDonaldTrump pardoned her.
Here was her message to the President.
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One irritating thing about rural America is how flooded it is with cheap goods imported from the third world via discount and big-box stores. How different would life feel if the things we used the most, were beautiful and handmade and we knew the makers?
When you get a pre-frontal cortex you realize that your southern friends that married the first girl they went out with in college were doing it right all along.