At the risk of sounding very retro (and not in a cool, cheeky pinafores and rolling pins kind of way but a jeez-she’s-an-old-fogey kind of way), I’m just going to point out that for all the bemoaning of the loss of newspapers thwacking on the front porch for Fido to fetch, and for all the grousing over the rapid disappearance of corner bookstore and of, well, books whose pages don’t glow in the dark, one other one sort of paper experience has already practically vanished without a trace in the digital age.
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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
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~ Mark TwainDebbie Bosworth
is a certified farmgirl at heart. She’s happily married to her beach bum Yankee husband of 20 years. She went from career gal to being a creative homeschooling mom for two of her biggest blessings and hasn’t looked back since. Debbie left her lifelong home in the high desert of Northern Nevada 10 years ago and washed up on the shore of America’s hometown, Plymouth, MA, where she and her family are now firmly planted. They spend part of each summer in a tiny, off–grid beach cottage named “The Sea Horse.”
“I found a piece of my farmgirl heart when I discovered MaryJanesFarm. Suddenly, everything I loved just made more sense! I enjoy unwinding at the beach, writing, gardening, and turning yard-sale furniture into ‘Painted Ladies’ I’m passionate about living a creative life and encouraging others to ‘make each day their masterpiece.’”
Column contents © Deb Bosworth. All rights reserved.
Being a farmgirl is not
about where you live,
but how you live.Rebekah Teal
is a “MaryJane Farmgirl” who lives in a large metropolitan area. She is a lawyer who has worked in both criminal defense and prosecution. She has been a judge, a business woman and a stay-at-home mom. In addition to her law degree, she has a Masters of Theological Studies.
“Mustering up the courage to do the things you dream about,” she says, “is the essence of being a MaryJane Farmgirl.” Learning to live more organically and closer to nature is Rebekah’s current pursuit. She finds strength and encouragement through MaryJane’s writings, life, and products. And MaryJane’s Farmgirl Connection provides her a wealth of knowledge from true-blue farmgirls.
Column contents © Rebekah Teal. All rights reserved.
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Keep close to Nature’s heart … and break clear away once in awhile to climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods, to wash your spirit clean.
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~ John MuirCathi Belcher
an old-fashioned farmgirl with a pioneer spirit, lives in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. As a “lifelong learner” in the “Live-Free-or-Die” state, she fiercely values self-reliance, independence, freedom, and fresh mountain air. Married to her childhood sweetheart of 40+ years (a few of them “uphill climbs”), she’s had plenty of time to reinvent herself. From museum curator, restaurant owner, homeschool mom/conference speaker, to post-and-beam house builder and entrepreneur, she’s also a multi-media artist, with an obsession for off-grid living and alternative housing. Cathi owns and operates a 32-room mountain lodge. Her specialty has evolved to include “hermit hospitality” at her rustic cabin in the mountains, where she offers weekend workshops of special interest to women.
“Mountains speak to my soul, and farming is an important part of my heritage. I want to pass on my love of these things to others through my writing. Living in the mountains has its own particular challenges, but I delight in turning them into opportunities from which we can all learn and grow.”
Column contents © Cathi Belcher. All rights reserved.
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Wherever you go, no matter the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
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~ Anthony J. D’AngeloDori Troutman
Dori Troutman is the daughter of second generation cattle ranchers in New Mexico. She grew up working and playing on the ranch that her grandparents homesteaded in 1928. That ranch, with the old adobe home, is still in the family today. Dori and her husband always yearned for a ranch of their own. That dream came true when they retired to the beautiful green rolling hills of Tennessee. Truly a cattleman’s paradise!
Dori loves all things farmgirl and actually has known no other life but that. She loves to cook, craft, garden, and help with any and all things on their cattle farm.
Column contents © Dori Troutman. All rights reserved.
Shery Jespersen
Previous Ranch Farmgirl,
Oct 2009 – Nov 2013Wyoming cattle rancher and outpost writer (rider), shares the “view from her saddle.” Shery is a leather and lace cowgirl-farmgirl who’s been horse-crazy all of her life. Her other interests include “junktiques,” arts and crafts, glamping, collecting antique china, and cultivating mirth.
Mary Murray
describes herself as a goat charmer, chicken whisperer, bee maven, and farmers’ market baker renovating an 1864 farmhouse on an Ohio farm. With a degree in Design, Mary says small-town auctions and country road barn sales "always make my heart skip a beat thinking about what I could create or design out of what I’ve seen.”
Rooted in the countryside, she likes simple things and old ways … gardening, preserving the harvest, cooking, baking, and all things home. While you might find her selling baked goods from the farm’s milkhouse, teaching herself to play the fiddle, or sprucing up a vintage camper named Maizy, you will always find her in an apron!
Mary says, “I’m happiest with the simple country pleasures … an old farmhouse, too many animals, a crackling fire, books to read, and the sound of laughter … these make life just perfect.”
Column contents © Mary Murray. All rights reserved.
Farmgirl
is a condition
of the heart.Alexandra Wilson
is a budding rural farmgirl living in Palmer, the agricultural seat of Alaska. Alex is a graduate student at Alaska Pacific University pursuing an M.S. in Outdoor and Environmental Education. She lives and works on the university’s 700 acre environmental education center, Spring Creek Farm. When Alex has time outside of school, she loves to rock climb, repurpose found objects, cross-country ski on the hay fields, travel, practice yoga, and cook with new-fangled ingredients.
Alex grew up near the Twin Cities and went to college in Madison, Wisconsin—both places where perfectly painted barns and rolling green farmland are just a short drive away. After college, she taught at a rural middle school in South Korea where she biked past verdant rice paddies and old women selling home-grown produce from sidewalk stoops. She was introduced to MaryJanesFarm after returning, and found in it what she’d been searching for—a group of incredible women living their lives in ways that benefit their families, their communities, and the greater environment. What an amazing group of farmgirls to be a part of!
Column contents © Alexandra Wilson. All rights reserved.
Libbie Zenger
Previous Rural Farmgirl,
June 2010 – Jan 2012Libbie’s a small town farmgirl who lives in the high-desert Sevier Valley of Central Utah on a 140-year-old farm with her husband and two darling little farmboys—as well as 30 ewes; 60 new little lambs; a handful of rams; a lovely milk cow, Evelynn; an old horse, Doc; two dogs; a bunch o’ chickens; and two kitties.
René Groom
Previous Rural Farmgirl,
April 2009 – May 2010René lives in Washington state’s wine country. She grew up in the dry-land wheat fields of E. Washington, where learning to drive the family truck and tractors, and “snipe hunting,” were rites of passage. She has dirt under her nails and in her veins. In true farmgirl fashion, there is no place on Earth she would rather be than on the farm.
Farmgirl spirit can take root anywhere—dirt or no dirt.
Nicole Christensen
Suburban Farmgirl Nicole Christensen calls herself a “vintage enthusiast”. Born and raised in Texas, she has lived most of her life in the picturesque New England suburbs of Connecticut, just a stone’s throw from New York State. An Advanced Master Gardener, she has gardened since childhood, in several states and across numerous planting zones. In addition, she teaches knitting classes, loves to preserve, and raises backyard chickens.
Married over thirty years to her Danish-born sweetheart, Nicole has worked in various fields, been a world-traveler, an entrepreneur and a homemaker, but considers being mom to her now-adult daughter her greatest accomplishment. Loving all things creative, Nicole considers her life’s motto to be “Bloom where you are planted”.
Column contents © Nicole Christensen. All rights reserved.
Paula Spencer
Previous Suburban Farmgirl,
October 2009 – October 2010Paula is a mom of four and a journalist who’s partial to writing about common sense and women’s interests. She’s lived in five great farm states (Michigan, Iowa, New York, Tennessee, and now North Carolina), though never on a farm. She’s nevertheless inordinately fond of heirloom tomatoes, fine stitching, early mornings, and making pies. And sock monkeys.
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I have a very "steampunk" older son that would "ah-ha!" at your article. He collects onion paper and the like, has wax and stamp, special pens and ink. Then, if you are one of the lucky few, he will write you a letter, sending it snail-mail, usually writing it by flickering lamp light, taking great pains to say exactly what he means and pondering just what kind of salutation he wants to give you. He is going off to school next week. I hope this means we will be starting a new coorespondence with each other. Still, its nice to know texting is there, if the apron string snaps back and hits me too hard. Thanks for your article!
When son Robby went to Marine Corps boot camp in the summer of 2003, the only communication we had with him for 13 weeks was by good ol’ US mail. Our entire family wrote to him continuously, as well as many of his high school friends who had just graduated with him. In turn, he was a faithful correspondent himself — I’m sure partly because of the Drill Instructors who "encouraged" their recruits to write home. At first we received at least two or three letters a week, but as his homesickness diminished and his training intensified, it dropped to once weekly. Every Wednesday, I would dash to the mailbox, as he always wrote on Sundays and the letter went out Monday a.m. from Parris Island. He told us later that hardly a day went by when he did not receive a letter from someone — in fact, he received more mail than anyone else in his platoon. I also found it amusing to learn that the only communication he had with two buddies who were down there at the same time, but in different units, was by mail! When he went to Iraq, the electronic communication through email, IM and phone was so good that he never "wrote" to us at all. But I still drag out those letters from boot camp from time to time, and they remind me just how much I cherished seeing that familiar scrawl and Parris Island return address in my hand.
I am the one who preserves the family treasures and traditions. . . so letter writing is one of the important traditions I keep going. There is something to be said about the magic of sitting at my antique roll top desk, carefully choose my stationary, decide on which pen and ink I will use then sit and quietly write my letter. It is a magical moment that is now captured on paper in my own hand writing. . . it will be stamped and then hand delivered to the addressee…who will do exactly as you have, savor every moment,carefully read and re-read each line, then save the letter for years to come and reflect on it later in life. It is only half of the moment though. . the other half is when they too sit down and write a letter back . . . then and only then, is the circle complete and yet, ready to begin again. . . another letter to continue the tradition and create yet another family treasure!
I have a small cigar box of letters from my Great Grandmother that we shared over 8 years before her passing. I still treasure them & bring them out to read at least once a year – they never fail to deliver a new message in the re-reading all these years later!
I too had a son in the military who wrote long letters about what he was doing but most of all what he was thinking. I have each and every one of them in a cherished box. After four years in the navy he went back to college and then enlisted in the army as an officer. He now flies chinook helicopters in Iraq. Now I get e-mails and phone calls but nothing will ever replace the heartfelt letters, in his own penmanship (and spelling) that were full of news and love for God, Country and Family. None of which can be fully expressed in an e-mail. I miss those letters.
Well, I totally agree. I have decided that I am going to make cards and send short ( never enough time for long ones) to my friends and family every month. Just to let them know I am thinking about them and love them. I already have the adult Halloween cards done and now just to do the grandkids. I have my Thanksgiving things ready to make and Christmas right behind that. I figure by the end of September I will have all the cards ready for the rest of this year and will start on others. Maybe this would encourage others plus just to let them know they are thought of.
My daughter-in-law’s grandmother and I have written letters to each other for the last 10 years. She died last month and I miss her most when the mailman comes without her funny and wonderful long letters. No one in my life has the time to write more than a line or two. Maybe I just need to find a pen pal.
Oh Absolutely on everything you wrote! I love getting letters and miss receiving them. I have lots of old stationary I have collected and miss those days of perusing stationary STORES (my sister and I always used to say: "When we have OUR stationary store. . . .). I try, now and again, to take the time to send a special letter or card to a special someone just because, because it is special and unusual and I don’t want the custom to be lost — even though I am totally on-line with everyone as well. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories and nudging me to take a few moments to write a letter to my dear friend Liz. . . . –Amy
Hi Paula,
You are so right concerning letter writing and keeping in touch. My sisters and I send letters and cards for special occasions and various holidays. Some do keep in touch. It can be frustrating when you do not get a response. We will continue to write,who knows we may even get a response or two!
Marilyn
I like to write letters however have found lately I do that less and less. This is mostly due to my long 10-12 work days, or not that much news to tell and also that I don’t seem to get responses that much as well. Although I do like knowing that my grandmothers etc will receive a letter (neither of them have a computer or have even sent a email before, they are in their 70’s and 80’s)which helps make their day. My one Grandfather is not much for letters. My one grandmother lives in a apartment community for the elderly and it is the talk of the whole community if she gets anything in the mail besides junk/bills. I have been thinking though lately of just getting in the habit of sending a letter or a card at least once a week or every other week. Especially during the winter as due to the Midwest winter (I live out of the Midwest area and am in Virginia) they are not always able to get out and about.
Valerie
I like to write letters however have found lately I do that less and less. This is mostly due to my long 10-12 work days, or not that much news to tell and also that I don’t seem to get responses that much as well. Although I do like knowing that my grandmothers etc will receive a letter (neither of them have a computer or have even sent a email before, they are in their 70’s and 80’s)which helps make their day. My one Grandfather is not much for letters. My one grandmother lives in a apartment community for the elderly and it is the talk of the whole community if she gets anything in the mail besides junk/bills. I have been thinking though lately of just getting in the habit of sending a letter or a card at least once a week or every other week. Especially during the winter as due to the Midwest winter (I live out of the Midwest area and am in Virginia) they are not always able to get out and about.
Valerie
Paula,
Just this week I mailed 4 ( Im sorry to say, sympathy cards, and one cheerful hello card) along with my monthly bills. I still do those by hand too! Oh I’m a digital gal too, I email, text and blog but I’m also old fashioned and sentimental. My mother in law ( 88) still writes us and we live only one town away and my daughter has a pen pal who she writes and recieves letters from at least monthly! Great post!
Deb
I love writing letters. And of course, getting them. Going to the mailbox is fun if there might be letters instead of junk mail or bills. I have a few pen friends who I write to on a regular basis. We know quite a lot about each other and share whtever is going on in our lives. I prefer the snail mail method to email. Although I do both. Snail mail is so personal. It takes time to sit down and write a letter. Makes it more personal and caring. I’m doing my own stationary on the computer now. Can’t really find much nice stuff.
I’ve been a letter writer since I was a young child. I’m in my mid 50’s now and have 1 daughter. When she went off to college, I wrote several times a week. She’s now in her 2nd year of law school and I continue to do so. She recently shared that she saves my letters. I’m touched beyond words. I love stationary and was very sad when my favorite company (Lang) stopped making it. Fortunately, I had bought probably enough to last a lifetime thanks to a wonderful tolerant husband who encouraged me to buy whatever I liked at their many sales over the years. I text, email, use Facebook, etc, but nothing beats having an old fashioned conversation on paper. I’ve taught my daughter the importance of letter writing and writing personal thank you notes for everything–from being invited to dinner to being given gifts and I’ve kept her well supplied with beautiful thank you notes and stationary to do so. There’s just something so calming and so classy about the art of writing on paper and making the effort to run to the post office.
Well, the good news is that the post is still revered here in England…speak to someone on the phone and this must be follow up by something through the post…letters in the post are still appreciated and, unbelievably, part of the business landscape still!
I did love writing letters (and receiving them) when I was younger…especially to you, Paula! Remember the sealing wax phase, when we collected stamps and different coloured was to seal our letters? I have no idea where my ‘J’ and my Leo lion ended up but what satisfaction after creating a written masterpiece to put it in an envelope and seal it so substantively with a personal expression!
P2
I owe you a letter!
JB
Hi Paula
Thanks so much for the inspiration to begin letter writing again. I used to write regularly with my sister especially and think about writing others as well, but it has all fallen by the wayside. I do like the fact that I can think about what I want to say as I write it and and yes do miss getting a personal hand written note in the mail box – emails don’t equate to this, although I do love the speed we have with our digital age.
I am definitely going to buy some lovely stationary to write to my grandmother in law, since I don’t always feel up for a telephone conversation.
Thanks for the inspiration and your wonderful blog.
Enjoy every one of your posts
Thanks a million xx
Hi Paula
Thanks so much for the inspiration to begin letter writing again. I used to write regularly with my sister especially and think about writing others as well, but it has all fallen by the wayside. I do like the fact that I can think about what I want to say as I write it and and yes do miss getting a personal hand written note in the mail box – emails don’t equate to this, although I do love the speed we have with our digital age.
I am definitely going to buy some lovely stationary to write to my grandmother in law, since I don’t always feel up for a telephone conversation.
Thanks for the inspiration and your wonderful blog.
Enjoy every one of your posts
Thanks a million xx
I wrote a letter to my son when he told me he’d decided to become a policeman. I cautioned him to never forget that to be an officer of the law is to serve the public, and to maintain his compassion, honesty and integrity despite the challenges that he was sure to face. He never acknowledged the letter in any way. Until the day that as class valedictorian he stood in front of his fellow cadets and read a portion of my letter. He also said that he had reread my letter several times. I’m not ashamed to say that hearing him say that made me cry. As a mother, you never know if your kids are hearing you. Well this was one time I knew he’d listened. And I know it was because I put my feelings into that letter.
AMEN!! There is nothing better than going to the mailbox and pulling out a handwritten note. We have quite a collection of old letters ourselves. A letter from my great, great grandfather to his family during the Civil War. My brother when in early elementary school telling my grandmother that he was sorry she had broken her tailbone, he was "broke, too."
And most recently notes from all over the country expressing sorrow for the loss of my father-in-law.
Letters are better!!
These comments are better than the post itself! I love all your stories about letter writing and its value!!
Write On! your words touched my heart! I have a box of "correspondence" that I have saved over the years. My grandmas and my cousins were all big letter writers and I loved to send and receive mail. Letter writing is a lost art and I try to do my small part by sending handmade cards and notes for all occasions and sometimes for no reason at all.