It seems that budding farmers veer in some direction or another - veggies, animals, orchards, honey, etc. - something calls them. I like animals. I've moved all of the chickens around and everyone is confused (I think I did it wrong). Each night I have to go and round up/catch chickens and put them where they should sleep - i.e. where they wont die from being eaten. I really enjoy it though. The other night it was cold, dark and rainy... and no, I wasn't after racoons, but catching stray poultry. It hurt and it was late, but I loved it. Each farm really needs a variety of things, not just animals or plants or what have you, but a ballet of critters mingling on the land. But... I like the animals. I like how they recognise me and understand that I care for them. They're funny and interesting.
The current inventory is the turkeys and chickens, which you have heard about plenty, but there's also the goats, Molly and Nibbles:
I've moved them to the pasture in a makeshift rotational grazing system. This usually calls for lots of electric wire and fencing, but I have this old dog pen that did have turkeys in it - now it has goats. The girls took a little adjusting to it, because they prefer being close to the house, but here they serve the farm much better: they convert the grass into fertilizer and I move them each day to fresh grass. I go sit in there with them and read sometimes because they do enjoy the company and I enjoy the book, but they need to be out here, not up at the house getting pampered.
But, the most exciting news is this....
Aren't they beautiful? The generosity of friends and Divine Providence made it possible for us to take a step towards are deepest agrarian longing: cows. More pictures soon - stay tuned!
The fiscal cliff approaches tonight. Many fear recessions, chaos, and whatever else the politicians have convinced you to fear, but I have the freedom of cows- milk, fertilizer, meat. Bring it.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Danger Down on the Farm
"I saw a big raccoon walking up the hill towards the chickens"
"Our chickens?" I asked foolishly.
"Yep. He walked right up there," she said while pointing to a newly put out group of chicks. "[Landlady's] comin' over with some traps to set up tonight, she said that it wont leave now that it knows there's easy food out there."
I pondered the investment of time and heart I've put in the animals on this farm. "He's not getting my birds," I mumbled as I slipped out of town shoes into my rain boots."
I gathered a few more details from the wife. "You sure it wasn't a cat?"
"It had a big fluffy striped tail."
"Hmmm. That would be one weird cat."
As I walked out the back door ]Landlady] and her son pulled up in a white pickup that had the wheel-well pulled off on a logging job.
We fumbled to get the traps out, shake out the stinking leaves that the last skunk had left, and take them up the hill to set between the poultry and the woods. Skunks stink, by the way.
As we tried to keep our balance up the wet slope, I started thinking about how bad we were compacting an area I wantet to revitalize.
But then the son dropped his cage and said, "There he is. Get me a gun."
As a jogged back to the house I thought of his words... "Get me a gun." Nah, I thought, I'm getting my gun. For me.
After loading a single bullet into my Winchester, I walked back up the hill with little hopes he'd still be around. You see, its weird for a racoon to come out in the day like that (though it was dark by now) and then hang around with us obviously doing all sorts of things around his would-be dinner.
"He might be rabid," we thought out loud. "Seems that way to me," said the son, "There he is!"
He reached a hand slightly out for me to hand him the gun. I walked by him, raised it up, aimed - then the raccoon ducked behind the compost pile. I slowly sidestepped until I could see him again and shot that mangy critter on this cold, rainy, dark night.
You see, we've lost almost 50% of the meat birds that were across the street to a very aggressive predator. This might have just been him. It seems likely so since he showed so much interest in our birds, but it was also quite strange the way he was acting and keeping somewhat close to us even during a lot of activity. We gathered the carcass and called the authorities to come and test it for rabbis.
I came back in, feelin very fatherly for the farm and the family - rabid predators on my farm? Not tonight!
And if any other creatures think I'm raising these animals for them, I've got my eye on you...
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Reverence for Animals
I love the reverence for animals learned on a farm. Its hard to define, but easier to define the extremes it counters.
On the left we have worshippers of animals. And even on this side of the scale there is a scale - actual worship all the way to pushing a dog in a stroller (seen it). The most extreme is the unnatural state of vegetarianism. Its beyond my pay grade to describe this. Some on this side still eat meat, and would wince if they saw us processing our chickens here, yet remaining willfully unknowing of the disgusting, unjust factory creatures that live a miserable life before they make it to their plate or paper bag.
On the right we have those that have no regard for life. Filthy conditions or abuse - no matter, all things are for me and are unimportant because I have un-valued them. Grow them in confinement, beat 'em... what ev', just gimme mine. These people also fight dogs.
In the middle is the reverent farmer. Hank, the cowboy down the road is a great example. He loves and cherishes each and every cow, ensures their constant well-being and even follows them to the butcher to make sure they are not put into a panic at any point. But he does send them to the butcher.
My daughter delightfully walks around with a chick in here hand all the time. She also participates in processing them and eating them. You see, she's living in reality. The extremists above are disconnected from real life and unable to properly form a conscience towards animals, over or under exaggerated. (This is not all to be sure. Many suburbanites are quite balanced, but blog posts and reasonably timed conversations benefit from generalities - the general kind.)
On the left we have worshippers of animals. And even on this side of the scale there is a scale - actual worship all the way to pushing a dog in a stroller (seen it). The most extreme is the unnatural state of vegetarianism. Its beyond my pay grade to describe this. Some on this side still eat meat, and would wince if they saw us processing our chickens here, yet remaining willfully unknowing of the disgusting, unjust factory creatures that live a miserable life before they make it to their plate or paper bag.
On the right we have those that have no regard for life. Filthy conditions or abuse - no matter, all things are for me and are unimportant because I have un-valued them. Grow them in confinement, beat 'em... what ev', just gimme mine. These people also fight dogs.
In the middle is the reverent farmer. Hank, the cowboy down the road is a great example. He loves and cherishes each and every cow, ensures their constant well-being and even follows them to the butcher to make sure they are not put into a panic at any point. But he does send them to the butcher.
My daughter delightfully walks around with a chick in here hand all the time. She also participates in processing them and eating them. You see, she's living in reality. The extremists above are disconnected from real life and unable to properly form a conscience towards animals, over or under exaggerated. (This is not all to be sure. Many suburbanites are quite balanced, but blog posts and reasonably timed conversations benefit from generalities - the general kind.)
On Neckties and Catholic Farmers
Recap. I live on someone else's farm. I farm that far. [I love verb nouns.] I am a serf. We also have very little. Suburbia took a lot out of me, but it also gave me, in a cruel exchange, interest rates to remember it by. What a bitch.
Sorry about that...
BUT, as we have less, we do have so much more. I'm aware of the cliche here, but it is a rare one that is true. The simpler things get, the simpler they are. But there's one thing I will not get rid of even though in the country I will very rarely need (save for the day Catholic culture is really pumping again).
Neckties. I have a ton of them. I love neckties. Bowties too. I have collected them over the years from the treasure chest that is the thrift store. I learned slowly how to spot the best of the best, and I bet now my collection would be retailed at huge sums. Now, my collection is probably a bit strange, and that's another reason to keep them, but when I meet or srumble upon websites of Catholic farmers, its interesting to me that most of them wear a tie to mass at the least and often even work in a tucked in shirt (formality in our day). They might be some of the only ones at mass in a suit. You would think that farmers, rought, dirty, earth-worn that they are, would care little for the city-like, superfluous necktie. Yet, I would say the necktie is the perfect symbol for a farmer, because its in the same vein as the very reason he farms.
First, lets make sure we get this straight. Clothes do matter. As Mark Twain said, clothes may not make the man, but I've never seen a naked man in power. Even at their dirtiest, they can present more than you might think.
The necktie. Usually part of the traditional suit, which derives from centuries of transforming army digs into civilian digs. Men wore suits because their grandfathers did. Tradition was excepted and respected as each one assumed the general outlay, slowly learning how his own style would develop within the framework of tradition. Learn the rules and respect them and only then make it your own. The getup was old and the expression was new. Colors and textures went with different occasions and seasons. There were rules, which were breakable only because they were so firm. It was full of ceremony, personal expression, tradition and general respect for an inherited culture.
Sounds like a farm to me. A great tradition that must be renewed with each farmer in his own expression; full of necessary and unnecessary beauty, respectful of tradition and the ceremonies of the seasons.
If this seems like a stretch, here's how I can prove it. Next time you're at mass, ask the men in ties if they have a vegetable garden. I bet they do. They might just be a farmer.
Sorry about that...
BUT, as we have less, we do have so much more. I'm aware of the cliche here, but it is a rare one that is true. The simpler things get, the simpler they are. But there's one thing I will not get rid of even though in the country I will very rarely need (save for the day Catholic culture is really pumping again).
Neckties. I have a ton of them. I love neckties. Bowties too. I have collected them over the years from the treasure chest that is the thrift store. I learned slowly how to spot the best of the best, and I bet now my collection would be retailed at huge sums. Now, my collection is probably a bit strange, and that's another reason to keep them, but when I meet or srumble upon websites of Catholic farmers, its interesting to me that most of them wear a tie to mass at the least and often even work in a tucked in shirt (formality in our day). They might be some of the only ones at mass in a suit. You would think that farmers, rought, dirty, earth-worn that they are, would care little for the city-like, superfluous necktie. Yet, I would say the necktie is the perfect symbol for a farmer, because its in the same vein as the very reason he farms.
First, lets make sure we get this straight. Clothes do matter. As Mark Twain said, clothes may not make the man, but I've never seen a naked man in power. Even at their dirtiest, they can present more than you might think.
The necktie. Usually part of the traditional suit, which derives from centuries of transforming army digs into civilian digs. Men wore suits because their grandfathers did. Tradition was excepted and respected as each one assumed the general outlay, slowly learning how his own style would develop within the framework of tradition. Learn the rules and respect them and only then make it your own. The getup was old and the expression was new. Colors and textures went with different occasions and seasons. There were rules, which were breakable only because they were so firm. It was full of ceremony, personal expression, tradition and general respect for an inherited culture.
Sounds like a farm to me. A great tradition that must be renewed with each farmer in his own expression; full of necessary and unnecessary beauty, respectful of tradition and the ceremonies of the seasons.
If this seems like a stretch, here's how I can prove it. Next time you're at mass, ask the men in ties if they have a vegetable garden. I bet they do. They might just be a farmer.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Trent and the Duties of Husbands
My other work allows the great blessing of reading the most exhilarating books of all time: catechisms.
This tidbit from Trent is submitted for your edification:
"The husband should also be constantly occupied in some honest pursuit with a view to provide necessaries for the support of his family and to avoid idleness, the root of almost every vice.
He is also to keep all his family in order, to correct their morals, and see that they faithfully discharge their duties."
Noted.
This tidbit from Trent is submitted for your edification:
"The husband should also be constantly occupied in some honest pursuit with a view to provide necessaries for the support of his family and to avoid idleness, the root of almost every vice.
He is also to keep all his family in order, to correct their morals, and see that they faithfully discharge their duties."
Noted.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
How to Build a Village
Central
to distributism is decentralization.
Instead of few owning much, many should own little, especially regarding
land. Private property provides a “stable condition of things [man] finds
solely in the earth and its fruits.“[1] The land’s produce can be consumed or
sold, providing sustenance and potentially income. “Hence, man not only should possess the fruits of the earth,
but also the very soil…”[2] This is very different from the large agricultural system today
where immense tracts of land are privately owned and in production of a few
crops like corn or soybeans. Many
men with small acreage working in a local economy would generate a greater
variety in each farm. This
image of a community of small farms is idealized in the village. If land
ownership, however, is not a reality for many, private agreements may help to
create stable rights to land that
will reach the same ends as ownership, perhaps even the creation of
village-like communities. In
fact, firm contracts between farmers and landowners would mirror the village
systems of the Middle Ages more than each farmer owning the land. Looking to the slow rise of medieval
villages (and considering their lasting grip on the imagination) can provide
individuals with direction and lessons for moving to the land in a lasting
arrangement, overcoming the property barrier.
Why The Village?
The
medieval village carries with it a caricature of savagery and
superstition. The truth, however,
is even more fantastic than the caricature. The villages of the Middles Ages are
the richest example thriving culture rooted in land, tradition and faith that
peaked in the thirteenth century, the “culmination of the middle ages.”[3] The fruits defend this truth: The thirteenth century birthed
representative governments, guilds of master craftsmen (from where we still
retain the word “mister,” or master); there were saintly kings like St. Louis
of France and St. Ferdinand of Spain; saints like Francis and Dominic;
theologians like Aquinas, Scotus and Bonaventure; masters of the arts like
Giotto and Dante.[4] Some testaments, perhaps the most
amazing, are carved in stone: the gothic Cathedral.
Faith
was literally central in the village hub, the parish church, and in the
thirteenth century alone twenty Cathedrals[5]
were erected in England. Modern
man, master of useful and tall office space, conceives an awe in his heart at
the site of these testaments of a culture. Yet it was not a traveling team of experts and officials
erecting them, but each village and its inhabitants. “The men who worked around
the Cathedrals were given opportunities to express themselves and the best that
was in them as no class of workmen before or since have ever had the
opportunity.”[6] From the
intricate ironwork of door handles to the sacred art to the bells in the
tallest tower to the sea of hand made tiles on the floor – each piece was
crafted locally. To duplicate one today would necessitate experts the world
over.
Cathedrals
were possible because small villages were teaming with craftsman, artists and
farmers. Village harmony did not
merely produce a reasonable and sustainable economy, but joyful men. This was a time when rainy England was “Merrie
England.” James J. Walsh, commenting
on the men that build the Cathedrals, compares the workman of a medieval
village with those of today, and considers what made them so merry:
“It is easy to understand that workman
would be profoundly merry at heart when they had the consciousness of
accomplishing such good work. Men
must have almost tardily quitted their labor in the evening while they hoped
and strove to accomplish something that would be worthy of the magnificent building
in which so many of their fellow workman were achieving triumphs of
handcraftsmanship. Each went home
to rest for the night, but also to dream over what he might be able to do and
awoke in the morning with the thought that possibly to-day would see some
noteworthy result. This represents
the ideal of the workman’s life.
He has an interest quite apart from the mere making of money. The picture of the modern workman by
contrast looks vain and sordid.
The vast majority of our workmen labor merely because they must make
enough money to-day, in order that they may be able to buy food enough so as to
get strength for work to-morrow.
Of interest there is very little.
Day after day there is the task of providing for self and others. Only this and nothing more. Is it any wonder that there should be
social unrest and discontentment?
How can workmen be merry unless with the artificial stimulus of strong
drink, when there is nothing for them to look forward to except days and weeks
and years of labor succeeding one another remorselessly, and with not surcease
until Nature puts in her effective demand for rest, or the inevitable comes.”
Some
may claim the village is romanticized – that romance clouds truth; that they
were superstitious, fearful and filthy.
But these accomplishments and the social memory of the village proves
that, like the love of a marriage, the romantic was the true and the trepidation
is the exception. Those who
dismiss medieval villagers as superstitious serfs “know nothing at all of the
lives of the towns of the Middles Ages and are able to appreciate not even the
slightest degree the wonderful system … that made life so much fuller of
possibilities … for all classes and for happiness in life, than any other
period of which we know. This
phase … is at once the most interesting, the most significant for future
generations, and the most important in its lessons for all time.”[7]
Steps
towards a cultural renewal, however, cannot start with merely founding a
village. The founding of anything
great is the end of many steps, not the first. Thus, in reality the village is not a pattern to be
mimicked, but a sign of hope, a testament to what man does when man thrives as
man. A true distributist is not
placing his hope in villages made by men, but in men that make villages:
“So
if I am told at the start: ‘You do not think Socialism or reformed Capitalism
will save England; do you really think Distributism will save England?’ I answer, ‘No, I think Englishmen will
save England, if they begin to have half a chance.’”[8]
It
is right, therefore, to say that what is described below is a looking to the
wisdom of ages past, and knowing that men of today are men of at least similar
substance, and therefore capable of learning from their fathers.
Wake
again, Teutonic Father-ages,
Speak
again, beloved primeval creeds;
Flash
ancestral spirit from your pages,
Wake
the greedy age to noble deeds.
(Epmietheus.)
There
will we find laws which shall interpret,
Through
the simpler past, existing life;
Delving
up from mines and fairy caverns
Charmed
blades to cut the age’s strife.
(Rev. Charles Kingsley)[9]
The Fall of Rome and Rise
of the Village
With
the image of the village in mind, with its craftsmen and small farms,
considering the history of its creation is in order. Moving forward, it must again be noted that what is sought
in learning about the village is the ends
that property provides: free cultivation of the fruits of the earth in an
economic and social arrangement lasting enough to produce culture.
A
fact often missed in discussions about private property and villages is that most
of the property that was cultivated in places like England was not actually
owned by the farmers. Their arrangement with landowners was, however, mutually
enriching and as rooted as an ancient vineyard. Though today all social and economic systems of the Middle
Ages are swept into the definition of “feudalism,” this fails to acknowledge the
variety of arrangements and the clear benefit this afforded the peasants, as these
arrangements between classes were the basis of the village. This mutual
agreement, however, was born from a much less mutual though somewhat agreed
arrangement: slavery.
In
fact, the word village is derived
from the Latin word villae, which was
a Roman system that remained in place even after the fall of Rome and the rise
of Byzantium between the fourth and sixth centuries. Villas (the English version of the word) were large estates
owned by a sole proprietor (a dominus, or
“lord”) and worked by slaves.[10]
The agrarian life, however, was not primarily for local sustainability, but for
export and the general wealth of the lord. What was given the slaves was given
so that they might produce more, not thrive as men. Slavery and other forms of servitude were often undesirable,
but they afforded a certain sense of stability in the world of constant war and
invasion that follows the fall of Rome. The peasant class was “at once
exploited and protected,”[11]
but their stability was lasting enough for culture to develop and they helped
build the foundation of Christendom itself. Slavery prior to the rise of
Christianity was an assumed part of life.[12] Few questioned it. Jesus freely speaks of slavery as a
matter-of-fact human institution (Matthew 25:45-51).[13] St. Paul even provides moral guidelines
for those living in this state.
As
Rome declined the Church’s influence grew. This influence reached deep into rural life as the sees of
bishops became less centered around cities and more of a countryside reality,
with monasteries gaining significant sway.[14] In fact, if cities remained at all
after the fall of Rome it was because the bishop was there.[15]
Western Europe was transforming as
monastic influences from Ireland, but even more so from Benedictine Italy,
compounded in places like England.[16] The Church’s anthropological philosophies
grew roots in more and more minds.
Rulers and inhabitants tasted the grace of sacraments, and traditional
slavery became distasteful. Landowners did not have to free their slaves, but
they had to answer for their treatment and acknowledge they were indeed men
like themselves,[17] and that
for Christians the deepest reality (deeper than the economic system of the
time) was that there was “no more slave and freemen”[18]
even when their was.
The
second move towards freeing the slaves of the giant estate was more pragmatic.
As Rome fell and Moslem imperialism cut off the Mediterranean (the main trade
route from West to East), economies became more localized and dependent upon
themselves. From this came a more communal agrarian state. Replacing international trade as a
source of wealth for estate owners, land became “the sole source of subsistence
and the sole condition of wealth,”[19]
and all relied on what could be produced and traded locally, as opposed to
produced in large quantities by slaves and shipped to Byzantium.[20] Lords of the land became dependant on
the slaves and a more closed economy developed, requiring more sustainable and
mutually enriching practices for men and the land. Merchant traders became husbands (“house-bounds”) of the
land and estate owners, cutoff from international trade, did the same. “[They] did not do so because of choice
but from necessity…”[21] No longer
could proprietors keep slaves in production for the sake of export, but he
became, in a sense, enslaved to his slaves. He needed them to reap the fruits of the land and they
needed him for protection from foreign invaders.
“By
the ninth century, when this process had been gradually at work for … three
hundred years, one fixed form of productive unit began to be apparent throughout
Western Christendom.”[22]
This unit was the village. The
lord still owned the land, but the inhabitants were no longer slaves. In fact, the dependence of the lord on
his people gave rise to the people themselves having permanent rights to
cultivate the land and later even owning small parts of it. The lands had distinct divisions of
rights and customs that ensured that the lord of the land and the peasants had
sufficient produce and that the land itself was cared for and not worked as to
deplete its fruitfulness.
The
first of three divisions was the domain
(the lord’s land), which was privately reserved to the landowner, though still
often worked by the peasants in a form of employment. The second division, though still legally the lord’s, was
reserved in apparent perpetuity for the villagers, who had now worked the land
for generations. The land reserved
for them was completely for their own private cultivation and sustenance. Modern
equivalents would call them “homesteads,” though there is still remnants of the
tradition in the English word “yard,” derived from name of these lands: “yardlands.” The yardlands
were essentially small farms set aside for support of the family.[23]
A third division of land was the “common lands” where both the lord and the
people had rights. These lands helped
sustain villages and the lord and had specific guidelines for what could be
produced on it. “For instance, in
a certain village, if there was a beech pasture for three hundred swine, the
lord might put in but fifty: two hundred and fifty were the rights of the ‘village.’”[24] Overgrazing or mistreating the land was
a direct threat to food security and was not tolerated.
Thus
the villae became a village, and the
slave a yeoman. To this day the word village brings to mind images of harmony
and simplicity. The community was
strong and vibrant and the sustainable agrarian culture grew other needs that
were filled locally: metal-working, clothing, construction, etc. This came about in stages, the most
important of which was the rights to farm
the land. Even if later land
was purchased and privately owned by the farmer, while this was of course
better, it was of little change.
What was important was the ability to cultivate the fruits of the earth
freely.
The
dismantling of this culture took much less time than building. There were a
succession of revolutions that took apart each key piece: The Protestant
Reformation removed the deep religious unity and in some cases removed the land
and power from villages and guilds; the French revolution further removed
religion from the public square and moved man into a spirit of contempt for the
past (rejection of tradition); the industrial revolution took men from their
homes and crafts, hurting the family deeply; the sexual revolution completed
the breakdown of the family and healthy sexuality.
How to Build a Village
The
Church now continues to insist that revivals of culture depend completely on
the revival of families, and even the rural character of the past. “The rural family,” said Pope Benedict,
“needs to regain its rightful place at
the heart of society.”[25]
Culture based on families can be developed by following the process of building
that brought us to places like Merrie England. This process can be divided and turned into four guiding
principles. The first principle is
the most critical, because it answers the problem of land ownership, but the
second two are integral to thriving on the land after families arrive.
The
first principle is the development of landowner and farmer relationships. Land is the critical ingredient to
regaining a culture of rural families, but it is also the biggest hurdle. When
economies closed after the rise of Islam in the seventh century, those who
owned the land and those who were formerly slaves (and sometimes still) created
the mutually enriching relationship that became villages. Today, as economic
conditions worsen, a return to the land for many of the masses that work in the
industrialized system seems viable and almost inevitable. Large estate owners may be very
interested in having small farms checker their land. This principle also assumes that the recovery of agrarian
culture is necessary. Just as the
village had its start in farming, the same is true today for cultural renewal. Traditions of leasing land are already
present in the US, but much more creative leases may be needed to help answer
other issues. However, this
approach does not require any legal or political adjustment in many rural
settings where codes and ordinances already favor agriculture.
The
nascent village of medieval times and the rights they worked out can serve as a
model. A landowner can retain
certain land for himself alone (which could perhaps be worked in a part-time
employment of those living on the land).
The other divisions would be the “common lands” where a percentage of
produce is given to the landowner (perhaps the lease agreement is a cash value,
but is paid with produce at market price). Then those living on the land could have permanent homes and
yardlands for their own “homesteading.”
In essence, the landowner would be keeping the land, but giving part of
it away in the form of farming rights to the permanent families (and the
agreement would need to be able to survive if the land was sold). Along with permanent families there
could easily be programs of apprenticeships and interns that would help
cultivate the land in exchange for food and experience.
Legal
and contractual foundations will need building, but the hope present in these
arrangements is truly exciting.
Despite Marxist and politically motivated assertions of class warfare,
history shows that these relationships can prove fruitful for all. In fact, there are already
examples of a coop approach (between farmer and owner) to land in place in the
West, and the ideas should be more circulated amongst ditributist circles. The
Church has "has always supported the model of
cooperatives"[26]
and since land is the biggest hurdle, creative methods are in order. In the UK there is a program called
Landshare, which links up landowners and small farmers for this very idea. Another example is the Community Land
Trusts of the New Economic Institute which are forms “of common land ownership
with a charter based on the principles of sustainable and ecologically-sound
stewardship and use... Individual leaseholders own the buildings and other
improvements on the land created by their labor and investment, but do not own
the land itself."[27]
Farmers assume all liability for
the operations and the lease is even transferable to heirs. By living in the home they are
guaranteed the rights to farm the land, even if they do not technically own it.
This arrangement of a trust or lease with a proprietor is very reminiscent of
medieval villages and their legal and customary divisions of land.
The
second principle is the emphasis on local economy. The relationship of landowners and workmen (and other
landowners and other workmen), especially if seperated from other economies for
imposed or chosen reasons, will naturally create local economy. Because “every economic decision has a moral consequence,” local systems
must have consistent moral foundations, and “the canons of justice must be
respected from the outset, as the economic process unfolds, and not just
afterwards or incidentally.”[28] As they did for the process of
transforming slaves into yeoman, local economies of this sort can transform
factory workers to agrarian craftsmen provided there is consistent and
compatible philosophy and theology, though the religious uniformity of the
villages of the Middle Ages would prove difficult. Yet medieval principles of the “common good” (another
extract from the vocabulary of “common lands”) are very important as well as
belief in men of good will.
This
economy depends on the land being in sustainable use, and this is the third
principle. Though environmentalist
demand ecological stewardship for the sake of nature, sustainable stewardship in
this discussion is primarily for the sake of man. In harmony with nature, as part of creation himself, man is
at peace. Again, sustainable agriculture can help
to bring men into harmony if they agree that the land is a treasure to be
cultivated virtuously.
For
this to happen, there must be a firm establishment of the workmen on the land,
and that is the fourth principle: permanency. Even if this permanency varies in the future, there must be
at least long-term agreements (in the case of a workman working a landowners
land) that maintain a dependency on the land. This permanency will help to create sustainable attitudes,
even in those who lack virtue because, as the medieval philosopher Duns Scouts
pointed out: “a distinction of property is decidedly in accord with a peaceful
social life. For the wicked take
care only of what is their own…”[29]
He was speaking, of course, about the very villages and divisions of rights
described above. If a man is
permanent, and needs the land healthy so it will produce, he will be more
likely to use sustainable practices.
In Conclusion
The
villages of the Middle Ages are not repeatable, but the events and
circumstances that gave them birth have many parallels today. Like Rome, there
are large world powers that appear increasingly unstable (the economic
collapses of 2008 seem very repeatable, even likely so). Like the huge land
estates during the fall of Rome, there are giant pieces of property that are
not able to be fully realized by the landowner alone. Like the closing of the Mediterranean, there is even the
parallel of a surge in Islamic power that creates instability in global markets.
Centralized
power and wealth has proven unworkable, but as they fall men may cheerfully
pick up the tools of their fathers and realize that they really don’t need
banks that cannot fail and giant governments that wont admit failure. In other words, the fall of the giants
may be the rise of the lowly. Men
are creative, need friendship, and men need to eat - and in this are the basic
ingredients of the village. These
ingredients, like the fruits of the earth, simply need to be cultivated and
harvested. Current economic
disasters may be just the catalyst to this cultivation. The decline of the
dollar may see to the raising of more barns. And herein is the most exhilarating hope: the associating of
men for the common good. This “habit of cooperation”[30]
is part of the nature of man as a relational and communal creature.
Sadly,
cooperation it is often coerced by the grace of disaster, as in the case of a
hurricane (or flood or terrorist attack, etc.) when power goes off and screens
don’t project anymore and men are forced to go outside to live and serve. The hurricane honeymoon of community
seems to wane as fast as it waxes.
However, the slow cultivation of the village ideal is not a honeymoon,
but a cultural renewal. Workmen
will associate with landowners to find land to cultivate; workmen will
associate together to share costs of equipment and production; families will
associate in leisure and festivity. When the big entities fall and can no longer hand out what is
wanting or enslave men to wanting,
men will hold hand out to neighbor and not to the distributer. Many speak today of answering needs, of
ending the loneliness of suburbia and the boredom of the machine. But the need might actually be to
simply need a neighbor again. The
village is essentially an association of men that need each other, not merely
for raising barns, but also to inhabit the pubs together.
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Benedict. Charity in Truth: Caritas in Veritate.
San Francisco: Ignatius Press, 2009.
Benedict,
Pope. “Message to UN Director General of Food and Agriculture.” Lecture, United
Nations, Rome, 2012.
Chesterton,
G.K. Outline of Sanity. Norfolk: IHS
Press, 2002. Amazon Kindle edition.
Hilaire
Belloc. The Serville State. Central:
Forgotten Books, 2012.
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Social Theories of the Middle Ages.
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Henri. Economic and Social History of
Europe. New York: Harvest Books, 1933.
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Henri. Medieval Cities: Their Origins and
the Revival of Trade. New York: Princeton University Press, 1969.
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[1] Pope Leo XIII, “Rerum
Novarum” (encyclical, Rome), 7.
[2] RN 7
[3] James J. Walsh, The Thirteenth: Greatest of Centuries
(New York: Catholic Summer School Press, 1913), 5.
[4] Walsh, 4
[5] The Cathedral is the chief
church of a diocese, where the bishops chair (the cathedra) is. Thus,
this does not even account for mere parish churches.
[6] Walsh, 125
[7] Walsh, 127
[8] G.K. Chesterton, Outline of Sanity (Norfolk: IHS Press,
2002), under “chapter 1,” Amazon Kindle edition.
[9] Both excerpts were found in
the proem of The Thirteenth: Greatest of
Centuries
[10] Hilaire Belloc, The Serville State (Central: Forgotten
Books, 2012), 42.
[12] Belloc, 32
[13] That is to say it was an
accepted reality, not a condoned or promoted system.
[14] Dawson,174
[15] Henri Pirenne, Medieval Cities: Their Origins and the
Revival of Trade (New York: Princeton University Press, 1969), 60.
[16] Dawson, 181-184
[17] Belloc, 45
[18] Galatians 3:28, Knox
[22] Belloc, 44
[24] Belloc, 45
[25] Pope Benedict, “Message to
UN Director General of Food and Agriculture” (lecture, United Nations),
emphasis added.
[26] Pope Benedict, “Message to
UN Director General of Food and Agriculture” (lecture, United Nations).
[27] “Community Land Trusts,”
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(accessed November 4, 2012).
[30] Pirenne, Medieval Cities, 120.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Slow Season is Busy Season!
Well, we processed most of the turkeys and there's not a lot of weeding or anything going on, so you would think that I'd have more time to update the blog. The first part is true - I do have more time. The second part, however, is not true - I don't have more time to update the blog because .... I'm .... planning a dang farm here!
I've been picking up the phone each day and have getting as much advice and counsel as I can get. I'm also reading every book I can grab (along with reading for school) to try and really get a grasp of my situation. Here's what it looks like:
Good.
There's plenty that could be produced here on the land that is not being produced. It needs to be. Soon. So, I'm planning it out. Bees, plants, hogs, and - - -COWS. I really want some stinkin' cows. I visited a guy doing intensive grazing the other day (a method of moving livestock each day into small paddocks as opposed to letting them go and eat whatever they want), and he was very helpful. In fact, everyone I talk to encourages grass-fed beef production first and foremost. The problem is, it requires up front capital and the profit is very delayed. I don't mind the delay, but the upfront is tough when you have nothing. I think I'll be able to work a deal with a few friends and family that would basically be a buy two calves, I'll grow them, and then at the end of the season you get your meat for free and I sell off mine.
Another project is a newspaper for Catholic Land Movement aficionados. Sound cool? Would you subscribe? Do tell... I have some great contributors eager to get on board.
Another very exciting project has been a paper on the development of the villages of the Middle Ages. How they got there, what we can learn, etc. I think I'll share most of it here, but it might be a bit dry for the whims of a blog. Maybe not. Its all very interesting. Basic thesis: if you want an agrarian village life, stop trying to buy land first. In fact, you might never buy it! Oh and you will still be all like totally distributist and stuff still - without property! Yeah, its crazy.
In the meantime, check this out:
I've been picking up the phone each day and have getting as much advice and counsel as I can get. I'm also reading every book I can grab (along with reading for school) to try and really get a grasp of my situation. Here's what it looks like:
Good.
There's plenty that could be produced here on the land that is not being produced. It needs to be. Soon. So, I'm planning it out. Bees, plants, hogs, and - - -COWS. I really want some stinkin' cows. I visited a guy doing intensive grazing the other day (a method of moving livestock each day into small paddocks as opposed to letting them go and eat whatever they want), and he was very helpful. In fact, everyone I talk to encourages grass-fed beef production first and foremost. The problem is, it requires up front capital and the profit is very delayed. I don't mind the delay, but the upfront is tough when you have nothing. I think I'll be able to work a deal with a few friends and family that would basically be a buy two calves, I'll grow them, and then at the end of the season you get your meat for free and I sell off mine.
Another project is a newspaper for Catholic Land Movement aficionados. Sound cool? Would you subscribe? Do tell... I have some great contributors eager to get on board.
Another very exciting project has been a paper on the development of the villages of the Middle Ages. How they got there, what we can learn, etc. I think I'll share most of it here, but it might be a bit dry for the whims of a blog. Maybe not. Its all very interesting. Basic thesis: if you want an agrarian village life, stop trying to buy land first. In fact, you might never buy it! Oh and you will still be all like totally distributist and stuff still - without property! Yeah, its crazy.
In the meantime, check this out:
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Country Spiders
Just a reminder of certain realities to urbanites eager to move to the land...
I was all like.... spiders are good. We need to let things live so that we can have a balanced, sustainable eco-farm..
Then I was like...
I was all like.... spiders are good. We need to let things live so that we can have a balanced, sustainable eco-farm..
Then I was like...
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
The Workmen of Merrie England
“It is easy to understand that
workman would be profoundly merry at heart [in Merrie England], when they had
the consciousness of accomplishing such good work. Men must have almost tardily quitted their labor in the
evening while they hoped and strove to accomplish something that would be
worthy of the magnificent building in which so many of their fellow workman
were achieving triumphs of handcraftsmanship. Each went home to rest for the night, but also to dream over
what he might be able to do and awoke in the morning with the though that
possibly to-day would see some noteworthy result. This represents the ideal of the workman’s life. He has an interest quite apart from the
mere making of money. The picture
of the modern workman by contrast looks vain and sordid. The vast majority of our workmen labor
merely because they must make enough money to-day, in order that they may be
able to buy food enough so as to get strength for work to-morrow. Of interest there is very little. Day after day there is the task of
providing for self and others.
Only this and nothing more.
Is it any wonder that there should be social unrest and discontentment? How can workmen be merry unless with
the artificial stimulus of strong drink, when there is nothing for them to look
forward to except days and weeks and years of labor succeeding one another
remorselessly, and with not surcease until Nature puts in her effective demand
for rest, or the inevitable comes.” - From The Thirteenth: Greatest of Centuries by James J. Walsh
Monday, November 12, 2012
How to Process a Turkey - From Farm to Fork - Turkey to Table in 12 Steps
We did a complete practice run for thanksgiving last week. Not a "dry" run, but a juicy one, a real deal.
Step 1. Catch Turkey. While diving for them and grabbing their feet is satisfying, a hook is more effective with 25 of them. Transport them to processing site the night before to keep them from being overly agitated and stressed.
Step 2. Kill Turkey. There's a vein on both sides of the neck. Put them through the killing cones (or buckets with a hole at the bottom) and cut those veins. Do not make eye contact at this point. You don't want to cut the breathing tube because then they sort of gurgle to death and suffocate. I'm sure the cut doesn't feel great, but bleeding out makes them just slowly go to sleep as the heart pumps the blood out. Catch the blood in a pile of leaves and compost later.
Step 3. Scald the turkey at 150 degrees. Dunk and swirl. Dunk and swirl. Make sure all feathers get under the water. After roughly 30 seconds of this, test a wing feather - if it comes out relatively easy, its ready. If it doesn't, dunk again, but don't do it too much or at too long of intervals, because it cooks the skin. Not enough dunking and the feathers don't come out. At this point you realize that scratching your nose with your hand is not going to happen (blood, feathers, etc. coat the hand). Its ok, use forearm of tree trunk. Spouses can help too, if they're not plucking or taking pictures.
Step 4. Pluck. This can be done in a commercial plucker, which is like a spinning washing machine with rubber fingers all pointing in. Turkeys are a little big for it, so there's a lot more handwork.
Step 5. Cut the feet off, place in feet bucket. Make into broth later for soups and winter-warm-ups.
Step 6. Cut/twist head off, place in head bucket. Dogs like the heads, but its best to limit them to 3 heads each or they'll spoil - the dogs not the heads.
Step 7. Get guts gone. You cut the skin between their vent and ribs to make a hole for your hand (its still warm at this point which is very nice when its cold out). Reach your hand inside and sort of spoon around the edge of the cavity and separate all parts from the cavity. Its a bit flimsy, so if you can get aholt ("a hold") of the gizzard, its a good solid and connected part that can help pull the rest out. Don't break things, it can get nasty if you do. If you find an egg inside, hold it up and say "wow, that's so cool!"
Step 8. Do a final cleaning of the whole thing. Cut another slit above the one for gutting to make a sort of strap to tuck the legs in. Tuck legs in.
Step 9. Place on ice.
Step 10 option a. Freeze.
Step 10 option b. Cook and eat.
Step 11. Lean back as a satisfied man. Don't shave for a month in honor of the turkey.
Step 12. Write blog post to round out steps to 12. 12 steps to turkey delight.
Step 1. Catch Turkey. While diving for them and grabbing their feet is satisfying, a hook is more effective with 25 of them. Transport them to processing site the night before to keep them from being overly agitated and stressed.
Step 2. Kill Turkey. There's a vein on both sides of the neck. Put them through the killing cones (or buckets with a hole at the bottom) and cut those veins. Do not make eye contact at this point. You don't want to cut the breathing tube because then they sort of gurgle to death and suffocate. I'm sure the cut doesn't feel great, but bleeding out makes them just slowly go to sleep as the heart pumps the blood out. Catch the blood in a pile of leaves and compost later.
Step 3. Scald the turkey at 150 degrees. Dunk and swirl. Dunk and swirl. Make sure all feathers get under the water. After roughly 30 seconds of this, test a wing feather - if it comes out relatively easy, its ready. If it doesn't, dunk again, but don't do it too much or at too long of intervals, because it cooks the skin. Not enough dunking and the feathers don't come out. At this point you realize that scratching your nose with your hand is not going to happen (blood, feathers, etc. coat the hand). Its ok, use forearm of tree trunk. Spouses can help too, if they're not plucking or taking pictures.
Step 4. Pluck. This can be done in a commercial plucker, which is like a spinning washing machine with rubber fingers all pointing in. Turkeys are a little big for it, so there's a lot more handwork.
Step 5. Cut the feet off, place in feet bucket. Make into broth later for soups and winter-warm-ups.
Step 6. Cut/twist head off, place in head bucket. Dogs like the heads, but its best to limit them to 3 heads each or they'll spoil - the dogs not the heads.
Step 7. Get guts gone. You cut the skin between their vent and ribs to make a hole for your hand (its still warm at this point which is very nice when its cold out). Reach your hand inside and sort of spoon around the edge of the cavity and separate all parts from the cavity. Its a bit flimsy, so if you can get aholt ("a hold") of the gizzard, its a good solid and connected part that can help pull the rest out. Don't break things, it can get nasty if you do. If you find an egg inside, hold it up and say "wow, that's so cool!"
Step 8. Do a final cleaning of the whole thing. Cut another slit above the one for gutting to make a sort of strap to tuck the legs in. Tuck legs in.
Step 9. Place on ice.
Step 10 option a. Freeze.
Step 10 option b. Cook and eat.
Step 11. Lean back as a satisfied man. Don't shave for a month in honor of the turkey.
Step 12. Write blog post to round out steps to 12. 12 steps to turkey delight.
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