Greetings Neighbors and Strangers,
As it turned out, the New Hampshire Organic Farming Conference where Sam and I would speak fell on the day after my mother’s birthday, so our weekend trip would attempt to feed two birds with one tank of gas, so to speak. My dear Mother turned 81; these moments together seem even more precious than they already were.
At the conference, I met an old farmer of about the same vintage. Tweed hat and dress jacket, wool pants and worn leather boots. His white beard and faint “New Hamp-shah” accent completed the picture. He could have been straight out of the Scottish Isles. He sat right up front for the talk Sam and I gave titled Gift. Economy. Farm. Feeding One Another Without Buying and Selling Food. I would find out later in the day that he studied agriculture back in the early sixties at Cornell, one of the most prestigious Ag colleges in the country. “They taught me all about the chemicals, but I wasn’t convinced,” he told me. He began remembering how to grow food without chemicals before “organic” became a movement and then a brand. » Continue Reading.