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Hoof In Mouth
xpc said:I couldn't live with one person (ex-wife) let alone dozens of nosy people. I would be afraid of exercising my opinion with a baseball bat and end up in the ultimate commune, also known as prison.
xpc said:I couldn't live with one person (ex-wife) let alone dozens of nosy people. I would be afraid of exercising my opinion with a baseball bat and end up in the ultimate commune, also known as prison.
That is exactly the kind of life my dad described to me that his family had on their street. Everyone owned their own property - my great grandparents deeded sections of the street and surrounded parcels to each of their children as they married. But because they were all in that area, they were able to help each other in good and bad times. No one had to take on huge expenses for anything, as they shared what they had. My dad was oldest of 17 kids, so I imagine that my grandfather and grandmother were happy to be surrounded by her parents and siblings while their children were growing up.Wolf-Kim said:Now, I wouldn't mind being near other homesteaders who I could trade supplies with.
"I'll give you some spare rabbits for a feeder pig or two. ETC. "
But their property would be theirs and mine would be mine. If they needed help with something, I could help and vice versa.
My mother lives out towards the country and the neighbor allows his neighbors borrow tractor implements. You wouldn't believe how helpful this is. To not have to buy a $400 bushhog to mow that pasture twice a year and in return, he doesn't have to buy that manure spreader.
Helpful and understanding neighbors make all the difference in the world, but they are simply neighbors and not living on my property with me. We each have our own space and the respect that comes with that.
I hope that moving into rural VA, that I will find neighbors with a similar interest. It helps to be around people that are supportive and understanding. Where we are now, is just wayyy to urban and people give me the weirdest looks when I tell them I raise my own animals or that I want a cow. But I know that towards the mountain house in Ararat, VA, there are other people who raise cattle and even an alpaca farm and boutique. Other people who keep bees and have goats that they milk and make lotions and soaps. Yes, it means competition on the market, but still nice to be understood.
My family doesn't share similar interests with me. My husband and I, both, are black sheep among our immediate family. Our grandparent's approve of our undertakings, but everyone else questions it.keljonma said:That is exactly the kind of life my dad described to me that his family had on their street. Everyone owned their own property - my great grandparents deeded sections of the street and surrounded parcels to each of their children as they married. But because they were all in that area, they were able to help each other in good and bad times. No one had to take on huge expenses for anything, as they shared what they had. My dad was oldest of 17 kids, so I imagine that my grandfather and grandmother were happy to be surrounded by her parents and siblings while their children were growing up.
As a child, I just thought it was pretty terrific that I could go any where on the street and be surrounded by relatives.
Sometimes so do I.Wolf-Kim said:I feel I was born a few generations to late.