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Health care - the way it used to beOnce upon a time not too long ago, folks rarely became sick. Most grew their own food. Many had their own eggs and even folks in town would butcher a chicken now and then. Beef and pork was wholesome and raised on pasture. Folks consumed lots of lard and didn't stick up their noses in disgust at organ meats or blood sausage. Of course, they drank their milk raw from primarily grass-fed animals and would have laughed at any new-fangled notion that there was any other way to drink it. On that same note, they would have thought we were loosing our scruples if we were to describe a feed lot or factory farm or pesticides.On the rare occasion when folks did become sick, an old timer told us that his grandmother would go out to the pasture or woods and gather some roots, leaves or blossums, boil them and make the ill person drink it. The sickness would be gone shortly thereafter. My grandparents each had their own remedies they would use and wouldn't have been concerned that any of them weren't government-researched and approved, nor would they have lived in fear of their children being thaken away from them by the authorities when they treated them with their home-made remedies. Neighbors shared remedies and evne treated one another. No one sued anyone back then. They all knew what worked and didn't need any university studies to back it up. Sometimes, they would take a trip to the doctor and he would fix them up using his own methods, many were what we would consider alternative. There was no insurance. There was no licensing. There was no FDA. There was no government oversight. The cost of the visit never caused any of the folks to drop their jaw in disbelief or cause them to have to sell the farm, ever. The doctor would have no business if that were the case. In fact, sometimes, they would barter and trade without the use of any cash. No biggie. Food was traded for health care. Food was every bit as valuable as health care in those days. There was relationship-based accountability, not bureaucratic-based accountability. The community looked out for one another. They regulated what came into the community and determined whether or not they were genuine. If there was a quack doctor around, word got around very quickly and he was chased out of town quicker than a coon dog can tree a coon. On occasion, the doctor would make house calls. One elderly aunt told me she finally figured out that another baby was on the way when the doctor came to the house. Again, no insurance, etc. Services were paid in cash or somethign was traded. No paperwork had to be filed out and filed either. Another old time farmer told us there used to be sanitariums that had goat farms next door. THe raw goat's milk was considered essential to the healing of the patients. Again, no FDA, no USDA, no insurance, nothing. Patients left healthy and never in fear that they couldn't afford the treatment. If the treatment were unafforable, the sanitarium would receive no business. My grandparents cared for their parents in their home until their death. They considered their wisdom, their stories of old to valuable to miss. They welcomed their parent's good influence on their children. THey even strung a line from the house to the outhouse in order to help great grandpa find his way after he lost his sight. THey would have thought a "nursing home" was a home where breastfeeding women gathered (and would have thought that was a waste of time). If the government ever wanted to stop and regulate the way they gave and received health care, I would not be surprised if the whole commmunity tarred and feathered the poor soul who came to enforce it! Of any government oversight over helath care, they would have said, "God gave us brains, we have the right to use them." Reminiscing on the good ol' days of health, freedom and common sense, Lisa 12:24 - 2007-Jul-12 - comments {3} - post commentThe Egg HogI promised to write about "the egg hog". I'm sure some of you are wondering what on earth an "egg hog" is. Perhaps some of you are thinking we've gone over the edge here at Lighthouse Farm and are venturing into the field of biotechnology as we work on splicing egg-layer genes with hog genes to come up with the world's first egg-laying hog. Can you just picture it? A big, fat sow laying on her nest of eggs. I suppose we would have to come up with a featherweight version of a hog in order for that to work. ..Of course, none of this would ever happen on our farm. We believe that what God created is indeed good. To interfere with the mixing of species is not only an insult to the One who designed them, but we believe its asking for trouble. Pride comes before a fall. Back to the "egg hog". We have quite a few hens who are broody currently. One is choosing an old leaky barn to become broody in. We like to play "Where's the chicken?" which is similar to "Where's Waldo" as we take guests into the barn and point to the place where the chicken is. No one has found her yet. Once we actually place our finger on her, of course, they have the eyes to see. She has chosen the dirt floor of this old barn right next to a garbage lid and underneath a bicycle that is almost, but not quite lying on the ground (it's angled at about 30 degrees). She is underneath one of the wheels, is a bright golden color and yet remains absolutely motionless and camaflouges into her surroundings. Three of our broody hens have chosen to be broody right on the straw floor of the pole barn within close proximity of one another. What has been quite perplexing is that each time we gather eggs and check on our little maternity ward, the number of eggs beneath each chicken changes. Sometimes they will have large numbers of eggs and sometimes only a couple. Hmmmm? What could be causing this? Of course, we're in the middle of baling hay, helping an elderly member of the family, feeding ravenous hay-baling appetites, tending the garden, etc, which leaves little time to investigate. However, our youngest took on the job. She spent a considerable amount of time observing. This took much patience, but she was determined to find an answer. So, in the sweltering barn, this is what she observed. One broody chicken very non-chalantly reached over toward the broody hen next to her, placed her beak underneath her, reached for an egg, pulled it toward her (by scooting it underneath her beak) and proceeded to put it beneath her. Ah-ha!!! Day after day, she proceeded to do this. Never mind that as large as she fluffs herself out, she now has eggs peaking out and spilling out around her. She is now named the "egg hog". Strange as it may seem, we somehow admire this fowl for she has gone against the grain of our society and values life. In fact, she can never have too much of it! The Farmer's Wife 11:29 - 2007-Jun-28 - comments {0} - post commentHealth care - the way it used to beOnce upon a time not too long ago, folks rarely became sick. Most grew their own food. Many had their own eggs and even folks in town would butcher a chicken now and then. Beef and pork was wholesome and raised on pasture. Folks consumed lots of lard and didn't stick up their noses in disgust at organ meats or blood sausage. Of course, they drank their milk raw from primarily grass-fed animals and would have laughed at any new-fangled notion that there was any other way to drink it. On that same note, they would have thought we were loosing our scruples if we were to describe a feed lot or factory farm or pesticides.On the rare occasion when folks did become sick, an old timer told us that his grandmother would go out to the pasture or woods and gather some roots, leaves or blossums, boil them and make the ill person drink it. The sickness would be gone shortly thereafter. My grandparents each had their own remedies they would use and wouldn't have been concerned that any of them weren't government-researched and approved, nor would they have lived in fear of their children being thaken away from them by the authorities when they treated them with their home-made remedies. Neighbors shared remedies and evne treated one another. No one sued anyone back then. They all knew what worked and didn't need any university studies to back it up. Sometimes, they would take a trip to the doctor and he would fix them up using his own methods, many were what we would consider alternative. There was no insurance. There was no licensing. There was no FDA. There was no government oversight. The cost of the visit never caused any of the folks to drop their jaw in disbelief or cause them to have to sell the farm, ever. The doctor would have no business if that were the case. In fact, sometimes, they would barter and trade without the use of any cash. No biggie. Food was traded for health care. Food was every bit as valuable as health care in those days. There was relationship-based accountability, not bureaucratic-based accountability. The community looked out for one another. They regulated what came into the community and determined whether or not they were genuine. If there was a quack doctor around, word got around very quickly and he was chased out of town quicker than a coon dog can tree a coon. On occasion, the doctor would make house calls. One elderly aunt told me she finally figured out that another baby was on the way when the doctor came to the house. Again, no insurance, etc. Services were paid in cash or somethign was traded. No paperwork had to be filed out and filed either. Another old time farmer told us there used to be sanitariums that had goat farms next door. THe raw goat's milk was considered essential to the healing of the patients. Again, no FDA, no USDA, no insurance, nothing. Patients left healthy and never in fear that they couldn't afford the treatment. If the treatment were unafforable, the sanitarium would receive no business. My grandparents cared for their parents in their home until their death. They considered their wisdom, their stories of old to valuable to miss. They welcomed their parent's good influence on their children. THey even strung a line from the house to the outhouse in order to help great grandpa find his way after he lost his sight. THey would have thought a "nursing home" was a home where breastfeeding women gathered (and would have thought that was a waste of time). If the government ever wanted to stop and regulate the way they gave and received health care, I would not be surprised if the whole commmunity tarred and feathered the poor soul who came to enforce it! Of any government oversight over helath care, they would have said, "God gave us brains, we have the right to use them." Reminiscing on the good ol' days of health, freedom and common sense, Lisa 12:24 - 2007-Jul-12 - post comment
The Egg HogI promised to write about "the egg hog". I'm sure some of you are wondering what on earth an "egg hog" is. Perhaps some of you are thinking we've gone over the edge here at Lighthouse Farm and are venturing into the field of biotechnology as we work on splicing egg-layer genes with hog genes to come up with the world's first egg-laying hog. Can you just picture it? A big, fat sow laying on her nest of eggs. I suppose we would have to come up with a featherweight version of a hog in order for that to work. ..Of course, none of this would ever happen on our farm. We believe that what God created is indeed good. To interfere with the mixing of species is not only an insult to the One who designed them, but we believe its asking for trouble. Pride comes before a fall. Back to the "egg hog". We have quite a few hens who are broody currently. One is choosing an old leaky barn to become broody in. We like to play "Where's the chicken?" which is similar to "Where's Waldo" as we take guests into the barn and point to the place where the chicken is. No one has found her yet. Once we actually place our finger on her, of course, they have the eyes to see. She has chosen the dirt floor of this old barn right next to a garbage lid and underneath a bicycle that is almost, but not quite lying on the ground (it's angled at about 30 degrees). She is underneath one of the wheels, is a bright golden color and yet remains absolutely motionless and camaflouges into her surroundings. Three of our broody hens have chosen to be broody right on the straw floor of the pole barn within close proximity of one another. What has been quite perplexing is that each time we gather eggs and check on our little maternity ward, the number of eggs beneath each chicken changes. Sometimes they will have large numbers of eggs and sometimes only a couple. Hmmmm? What could be causing this? Of course, we're in the middle of baling hay, helping an elderly member of the family, feeding ravenous hay-baling appetites, tending the garden, etc, which leaves little time to investigate. However, our youngest took on the job. She spent a considerable amount of time observing. This took much patience, but she was determined to find an answer. So, in the sweltering barn, this is what she observed. One broody chicken very non-chalantly reached over toward the broody hen next to her, placed her beak underneath her, reached for an egg, pulled it toward her (by scooting it underneath her beak) and proceeded to put it beneath her. Ah-ha!!! Day after day, she proceeded to do this. Never mind that as large as she fluffs herself out, she now has eggs peaking out and spilling out around her. She is now named the "egg hog". Strange as it may seem, we somehow admire this fowl for she has gone against the grain of our society and values life. In fact, she can never have too much of it! The Farmer's Wife 11:29 - 2007-Jun-28 - post comment |
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