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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
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~ Mark TwainDebbie Bosworth
is a certified farmgirl at heart. She’s happily married to her beach bum Yankee husband of 20 years. She went from career gal to being a creative homeschooling mom for two of her biggest blessings and hasn’t looked back since. Debbie left her lifelong home in the high desert of Northern Nevada 10 years ago and washed up on the shore of America’s hometown, Plymouth, MA, where she and her family are now firmly planted. They spend part of each summer in a tiny, off–grid beach cottage named “The Sea Horse.”
“I found a piece of my farmgirl heart when I discovered MaryJanesFarm. Suddenly, everything I loved just made more sense! I enjoy unwinding at the beach, writing, gardening, and turning yard-sale furniture into ‘Painted Ladies’ I’m passionate about living a creative life and encouraging others to ‘make each day their masterpiece.’”
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Being a farmgirl is not
about where you live,
but how you live.Rebekah Teal
is a “MaryJane Farmgirl” who lives in a large metropolitan area. She is a lawyer who has worked in both criminal defense and prosecution. She has been a judge, a business woman and a stay-at-home mom. In addition to her law degree, she has a Masters of Theological Studies.
“Mustering up the courage to do the things you dream about,” she says, “is the essence of being a MaryJane Farmgirl.” Learning to live more organically and closer to nature is Rebekah’s current pursuit. She finds strength and encouragement through MaryJane’s writings, life, and products. And MaryJane’s Farmgirl Connection provides her a wealth of knowledge from true-blue farmgirls.
Column contents © Rebekah Teal. All rights reserved.
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Keep close to Nature’s heart … and break clear away once in awhile to climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods, to wash your spirit clean.
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~ John MuirCathi Belcher
an old-fashioned farmgirl with a pioneer spirit, lives in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. As a “lifelong learner” in the “Live-Free-or-Die” state, she fiercely values self-reliance, independence, freedom, and fresh mountain air. Married to her childhood sweetheart of 40+ years (a few of them “uphill climbs”), she’s had plenty of time to reinvent herself. From museum curator, restaurant owner, homeschool mom/conference speaker, to post-and-beam house builder and entrepreneur, she’s also a multi-media artist, with an obsession for off-grid living and alternative housing. Cathi owns and operates a 32-room mountain lodge. Her specialty has evolved to include “hermit hospitality” at her rustic cabin in the mountains, where she offers weekend workshops of special interest to women.
“Mountains speak to my soul, and farming is an important part of my heritage. I want to pass on my love of these things to others through my writing. Living in the mountains has its own particular challenges, but I delight in turning them into opportunities from which we can all learn and grow.”
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Wherever you go, no matter the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
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~ Anthony J. D’AngeloDori Troutman
Dori Troutman is the daughter of second generation cattle ranchers in New Mexico. She grew up working and playing on the ranch that her grandparents homesteaded in 1928. That ranch, with the old adobe home, is still in the family today. Dori and her husband always yearned for a ranch of their own. That dream came true when they retired to the beautiful green rolling hills of Tennessee. Truly a cattleman’s paradise!
Dori loves all things farmgirl and actually has known no other life but that. She loves to cook, craft, garden, and help with any and all things on their cattle farm.
Column contents © Dori Troutman. All rights reserved.
Shery Jespersen
Previous Ranch Farmgirl,
Oct 2009 – Nov 2013Wyoming cattle rancher and outpost writer (rider), shares the “view from her saddle.” Shery is a leather and lace cowgirl-farmgirl who’s been horse-crazy all of her life. Her other interests include “junktiques,” arts and crafts, glamping, collecting antique china, and cultivating mirth.
Mary Murray
describes herself as a goat charmer, chicken whisperer, bee maven, and farmers’ market baker renovating an 1864 farmhouse on an Ohio farm. With a degree in Design, Mary says small-town auctions and country road barn sales "always make my heart skip a beat thinking about what I could create or design out of what I’ve seen.”
Rooted in the countryside, she likes simple things and old ways … gardening, preserving the harvest, cooking, baking, and all things home. While you might find her selling baked goods from the farm’s milkhouse, teaching herself to play the fiddle, or sprucing up a vintage camper named Maizy, you will always find her in an apron!
Mary says, “I’m happiest with the simple country pleasures … an old farmhouse, too many animals, a crackling fire, books to read, and the sound of laughter … these make life just perfect.”
Column contents © Mary Murray. All rights reserved.
Farmgirl
is a condition
of the heart.Alexandra Wilson
is a budding rural farmgirl living in Palmer, the agricultural seat of Alaska. Alex is a graduate student at Alaska Pacific University pursuing an M.S. in Outdoor and Environmental Education. She lives and works on the university’s 700 acre environmental education center, Spring Creek Farm. When Alex has time outside of school, she loves to rock climb, repurpose found objects, cross-country ski on the hay fields, travel, practice yoga, and cook with new-fangled ingredients.
Alex grew up near the Twin Cities and went to college in Madison, Wisconsin—both places where perfectly painted barns and rolling green farmland are just a short drive away. After college, she taught at a rural middle school in South Korea where she biked past verdant rice paddies and old women selling home-grown produce from sidewalk stoops. She was introduced to MaryJanesFarm after returning, and found in it what she’d been searching for—a group of incredible women living their lives in ways that benefit their families, their communities, and the greater environment. What an amazing group of farmgirls to be a part of!
Column contents © Alexandra Wilson. All rights reserved.
Libbie Zenger
Previous Rural Farmgirl,
June 2010 – Jan 2012Libbie’s a small town farmgirl who lives in the high-desert Sevier Valley of Central Utah on a 140-year-old farm with her husband and two darling little farmboys—as well as 30 ewes; 60 new little lambs; a handful of rams; a lovely milk cow, Evelynn; an old horse, Doc; two dogs; a bunch o’ chickens; and two kitties.
René Groom
Previous Rural Farmgirl,
April 2009 – May 2010René lives in Washington state’s wine country. She grew up in the dry-land wheat fields of E. Washington, where learning to drive the family truck and tractors, and “snipe hunting,” were rites of passage. She has dirt under her nails and in her veins. In true farmgirl fashion, there is no place on Earth she would rather be than on the farm.
Farmgirl spirit can take root anywhere—dirt or no dirt.
Nicole Christensen
Suburban Farmgirl Nicole Christensen calls herself a “vintage enthusiast”. Born and raised in Texas, she has lived most of her life in the picturesque New England suburbs of Connecticut, just a stone’s throw from New York State. An Advanced Master Gardener, she has gardened since childhood, in several states and across numerous planting zones. In addition, she teaches knitting classes, loves to preserve, and raises backyard chickens.
Married over thirty years to her Danish-born sweetheart, Nicole has worked in various fields, been a world-traveler, an entrepreneur and a homemaker, but considers being mom to her now-adult daughter her greatest accomplishment. Loving all things creative, Nicole considers her life’s motto to be “Bloom where you are planted”.
Column contents © Nicole Christensen. All rights reserved.
Paula Spencer
Previous Suburban Farmgirl,
October 2009 – October 2010Paula is a mom of four and a journalist who’s partial to writing about common sense and women’s interests. She’s lived in five great farm states (Michigan, Iowa, New York, Tennessee, and now North Carolina), though never on a farm. She’s nevertheless inordinately fond of heirloom tomatoes, fine stitching, early mornings, and making pies. And sock monkeys.
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Thirty years ago, I was 18.
Thirty years hence, I’ll be 78. (oh my! is that correct?!)
I’ve never really thought about it like that before. But my 30th high school reunion is coming up. And, quite frankly, it’s got me thinking about a lot of different things.
Like aging and growth. Like making decisions and making mistakes. Like Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days” song.
I wonder: what do I know today that I wish I had known when I was in high school?
I wonder: what do you know today that you wish you had known when you were in high school?
No, have not gone to any of my high school reunions. Live in another state and there was always something pressing that kept me from going. What I would say to my 18 year old self. Smarten up, don’t marry that boy and find a way any way at all to go to college. I married him, divorced him 11 years later. Did not have a clue about student loans or if there were any back then. Grew up in small towns and all the girls were getting married or engaged that I hung with. All is well that ends well though. But I would still tell myself that one thing.
The only high school reunion I attended was my 10 year. Mainly because my friend and I were in charge of making it happen. After that, no one took on the task and our 25 year just recently passed us by without any event. Thankfully I’ve stayed connected to those I care about the most and re-discovered old classmates via Facebook.
Here’s what I’d say to my 18-year old self: Don’t be afraid to take risks. Step out of your comfort zone more often. Appreciate all that life is going to give you. Good, bad or otherwise, it’s all yours. Spend more time with your mother. She won’t be here by the time you turn 42, and you’re going to miss her more than you thought possible.
I’d tell myself to act more like my daughter is now. She is hopelessly in love with her friends and enjoys high school. She states out loud her opinion to those that boss around other kids, won’t tolerate swearing in front of her, and won’t hesitate to tell others when they’re being overly dramatic—even her friends. Sound bossy? Not at all. She adores and even protects her teachers. And would give the shirt off her back (or lunch in her hand) to anyone that needed it. She’s everything I was not in high school…self-assured, assertive, and outgoing!
Yes, I attended the 10th reunion – that one because it happened at the same time as a family reunion so I was in town. It was ok but people were still stuffed shirts – get over yourselves – see what life is really like. I had LIFE come at me early in my years and they were still lala’s. Well I have now become my true self – no one TELLS me what to do in my life – well except the Lord and He actually guides me – always had ones that controlled me and if they hadn’t I would have stayed on the farm and planted – more than seeds of grain – I could have planted my love of life. So my words to my grandchildren is – Love the Lord, be true to the Lord and in turn you will be true to yourself and now matter what comes your way HE will see you through.
Attended the 10 year reunion. With a graduating class of
nearly 1000…there were alot of folks…and most were unchanged. Haven’t had a hankerin to revisit the event.
I would tell my 18 year old self to take it one day at a time…don’t worry about the past or future too much.
i haven’t been to any of my reunions. I was one of those people that faded into the background. The class seemed to be overrun by bullies. Even my friends and next door neighbor didn’t remember me after a semester of college. Today, it’s a different story. i’m a 60 yr old woman who loves life. I have confidence and strength I never thought possible. The world is my oyster. I tell anyone who will listen, including myself, if you can imagine it, you can do it. I just wonder if I would’ve listened when I was 18.
I have been to nearly all of mine. Just went to my 41st last month. I like the people I grew up knowing. I was invisable in school. Never anyone popular but I knew everyone. I planned a couple before I knew it was supposed to be the class officers. They did not care and came anyway. Things I would tell myself:
I too would say slow down.
Go to college.
Believe you can regardless of what others say. Because you can!
Don’t marry to leave home.
Wait a bit before you have children.
Life passes quickly.
Enjoy your children while they are growing up. They will be grown faster than you think.
Save for the future.
Would I really change things now? Just a few.
Don’t try so hard to figure out which crowd you belonged with. Be yourself and get to really know more about the people you’re going to school with. Be in the moment and have way more fun with lots of different people not just your "click"
I went to my 5th year and than to my 20th reunion. The 5th year reunion everyone was still hanging out with the same people, like they did in high school. But our 20th was good, everyone mingled more. I too have found my class on facebook and have reconncted with my class.
I would tell my 18 yr old self, give college a try, don’t drop out after the 1st week, we think your major. I did later go back to college 12 yrs later.
I fine it funny those who have never gone to a class reunion wear it like a badge of honor that they never went.
I’ve attended many of my class reunions…helped plan many and edited our school’s alumnae bulletin for six plus years. Discovered that the older we became, the more fun we girls had together. The "clicks" faded with time. Our 51st occurs this September.
I’d tell my daughters to be willing to risk, to go for that brass ring, and not to allow fear of failure to hold them back.
Pay attention to time…don’t waste it!
Nope, my tenth went by and I didn’t even regret it. My former boss told me not to both with reunions till the 20th one, because by then everyone’s kind of over trying to impress everyone else with their accomplishments, and they can just be there. I’ll take that to heart and wait 8 more years. 🙂
Attended 10 and 20….nothing new so skipped 30….40 is coming up…we’ll see….not so much of the past but the current. The folks I want to stay in touch with, I do. So much for aging, but FaceBook has helped.
I attended all of the formal reunions. Now we have started multi-year mini reunions every few months. Its also for those that attended school with us but moved, or for other reasons did not graduate with us.
These are informal and everyone on our facebook high school group keeps up to date and lets others know. We had 125 attend our last get-together in July.
We arrange with a local tavern or restaurant for a pay as you go on a Saturday afternoon and early evening. We give them a rough idea of how many to expect so there is wait staff available. We have classmates fly in for these events.
Some who can’t attend one will show up at the next one.
We are now planning our third one for October.
What a great post. I would tell myself not to get married so young. It seemed like the thing to do, but yhears later I saw the mistake. I haven’t gone to my reunions. No real interest there.
If I knew then what I know now I would have spent more time doing things with my three boys instead of just watching them make a tent over the dining room table while I was busy cleaning or cooking I wish that I was under the table with them. I was a few times but always had something that had to be done. I would always tell the people I love that I love them and God loves them everyday. I would spend more time with my parents even at 18 I thought they were to old to understand me. I would Not had gotten that perm that looked so go in the magazine. I haven’t been to any class reunions but my best friend since 3rd grade are still best friends and we get together about 4- 6 times a year and talk at least 2-3 times a month. That job I had in High School I would of kept instead of getting married (40 years) right away thinking that being a wife and mother was what I was suppose to do.Now for the next years in my life I hope to make the most of my grandchildren love and respect them and like my mom and dad I can’t understand some of the way they dress. But I am going to find the time to take the time for ME.( I hope).
I blogged my answer.
Sometimes it is better to listen to what others have to say to you at a class reunion.
I had a blast in high school and made the most out of my time there. I was on the fringes of a lot of different groups; the "in" crowd, the eggheads, the choir nerds, but the greatest blessings I received were at our 30th (gulp) reuniion when several people told me that I had made their high school days easier becaqause I had been nice to them. They were the kids who weren’t part of any of the "cool" groups but because I took 2 foreign languah=ges and ap classes they were my classmates. How rewarding to know that people remembered me for simply being nice to them
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