Recently, I made it home from work before my wife did. Since she’s such a trooper in dealing with all the things that make most folks look at me in a strange manner (at least living here in town), I thought it would be nice to make something for dinner. Doing a quick poll on what everyone wanted (I asked the only daughter home at the time), I decided that even though it wasn’t on my approved meals fir me personally, if making Continue reading
OK, first off, when I heard about the chance to review the first book released by the author, LeAnn Edmondson, I asked…almost begged, to have a reviewer’s copy of Aftermath, A Story of Survival in order to review it. I have stalked the author from time to time on her blog, HomesteadDreamer.com (click the link to go check her out), like myself is a member of the Professional Prepared Bloggers Association, and I have enjoyed her style of writing and choice of topics. The fact that she lives in Alaska sure helps me like her even more… (For the record, Alaska is a close second to where I want to Continue reading
This is about a little adventure my wife and I had during our recent trip to West Virginia. I need to set the stage for this one. Stick with me long enough, and you’ll understand the where and why of it all.
The more I write, the more I realize the punchline isn’t the important part. How you get there is just as important, and if done correctly, more memorable.
In life, how we get where we are is what makes us. Don’t ever forget your past…even the painful parts.
Growing up in West Virginia, one of my fondest memories involved staying with my dad’s parents. I loved all of my grandparents, but these two lived a simpler life than the rest of the family – no phone, no TV service, a wringer-washer, and a whole world of “country living” that I had eventually to love and embrace.
I’m going to be a little candid here. I wasn’t born in West Virginia. I was born in Detroit, MI. The Motor City. Home of Ford Motor Company. In fact, I could see the Ford Vehicle Operations plant from the top of the train tracks behind my house. Continue reading
As a kid spending time at my grandparents house, much time was spent sitting on the front porch. It was where we would sit while shucking corn, shelling peas, and stringing beans. We would play tag, run, laugh, jump, climb, and cause general low-grade mayhem as kids. It was the social gathering point whenever folks would stop by to visit. Lots of fond memories involve time spent on that front porch.
Over the Thanksgiving holiday this year, I had the opportunity to make a few more front porch memories. Continue reading
I recently went back to my roots in West Virginia, visiting there for the first time since I started FloridaHillbilly.com. I stayed with friends from high school, folks that have consistently proven themselves to be worthy of that short list of folks that you know you can call at 3am when you need bailed out, a shoulder to cry on, a couch to crash on, or simply someone willing to bring a shovel and a flashlight out to help you hide “the evidence”.
Born and raised in rural West Virginia, my friends have grown up not know just who they are in some respects.
I laughed out loud when I was asked by my hosts, “So just what are Continue reading
My father, “Pops”, was a welder by trade, as was his father. Both did far more than just weld, being from the same stock that built this country into the great powerhouse that it once was. Rare was the time either my dad or granddad would call out someone to repair or build something for them, preferring to just do it themselves. This included things like building a shed or garage, fixing a car, or turning a pile of spare parts into a Continue reading
My buddy, James from SurvivalPunk, runs a blog similar to mine, and lives a similar lifestyle. He and I both eat as close to 100% Paleo as we can.
For those not in the know, “Paleo”, or “the Paleolithic Diet”, in a nutshell, consists of no refined sugars, no grains, no legumes, and no dairy. Pause a second and realize what this means….
…no candy, syrup, or anything with high fructose corn syrup in it…sugar bad, but honey is OK…in limited quantities…
…no grains, bread, pasta, or cereal…not even granola….
….no beans, peas, peanuts, (or peanut butter!), and no soy or soy-products…..
…no dairy means that milk and cheese are off limits…
So what does that leave? Continue reading
A while back, my family and I were at a cookout at a friends house. Also attending were several couples that I’d never met before. After the festivities started to wind down, one of the new acquaintances mentioned my website, catching me off guard. I was well aware that my friends that were hosting knew of my site, and I’m fairy certain that they share many of the same beliefs and, shall we say, “past times”, but I wasn’t aware that they’d actually mentioned what I did to their friends as well.
Apparently, I swing a larger loop than I thought. Well, two people larger, at least.
The conversation quickly went from fun to serious, with topics such as systemic Continue reading
I’ve had a bit of interest over the last few weeks regarding quail as a backyard meat source. I thought I’d dust off the topic and put another article together covering the ins and outs of raising Coturnix quail, particularly in an urban setting. It is a rather long article, but still not as detailed as I’d like. I may expand on the topic in an eBook… And finally, this is dedicated to Mr. Mike in Rio and Justin in Alabama.
Chickens are the go-to for the homesteader when you initially think of adding in livestock. And while there are many other options for the rural homesteader that work just as well as (and sometimes even better than) chickens (like goats, pigs, Muscovy ducks or Guinea fowl), trying to raise your own animal protein in an urban environment starts to limit your options.
Due to their size, pigs, cows, and goats are out of the question. You need something small, quiet and still a good producer.
Rabbits fit the bill, and while I raise them for meat myself, there is a Continue reading