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Now You Know. Customize Select the topics that interest you:. Love and Sex. Healthy Living. Pop Culture. Book Swipe Shop. My grandmother taught all 8 of her children to sing, and they kept themselves entertained with music which helped pass the long work days of clearing that rugged country by hand. My father's childhood pictures look like something out of the s. They took a horse and wagon to town along the beach at low tide, as it was the only way to get into the nearest civilized place.
They cleared acres by hand, and brought in hay by hand, stacking it high onto carts pulled by horses. Grandmother Ruth and Grandpa Yule with 5 of the 8 kids my dad is second from the left. I was raised on this homestead, and while I had it much easier than my father's generation, we still worked hard to live off the land. My days were filled milking cows with my brothers, keeping the garden so we could can the harvest in the fall, weeding our immense potato field, cutting the Timothy Blue Grass for hay in the fall, collecting berries to make jams, rounding up our small herd of Herford cattle in the spring and fall, and inevitably slaughtering a few steers to get us through the winter.
Living off the land was part of our life, and I felt so proud that at least I knew what it meant to eat the foods other people enjoy without knowing the sacrifices made. We made all of our own food - butter, milk, bread and jam.
We had frozen, smoked and canned salmon, dried herbs and nettles and frozen and canned vegetables as well. To keep us warm we had a coal stove and free coal that ran in black veins along the bluffs. We were poor, but that land let us eat like kings. My dad still lives off the land mostly collecting his food all summer. I delight in the packages he sends me each year of dried herbs and rose hip jam and smoked salmon.
He also makes baskets out of willow roots that are so beautiful. Life on our Texas ranch is much simpler - especially for me. For one thing, we have indoor plumbing, which is nice!!! We also don't slaughter our own cattle. Ty is a great cowboy - part vet, part horse whisperer and part mechanic. If we aren't mending fences, we are doctoring calves, or we are working calves for sprig branding, and if we aren't doing that, he is in his shop working on some part or fixing something or another.
But as with any ranch, the cycle of life unfolds before us. I remember about a month ago we saw a jet black Angus calf by itself. It looked healthy and bright eyed, and we just figured its mother stashed it in a good hiding spot while she ate and would be back, so we left it alone. The next day we saw it off by itself, so we picked it up and took it closer to the herd.
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