Sunday, September 12, 2010

40 Years on the Land

Judy and I moved back to the land in September, 1970. I don’t remember the exact date, but according to our family mythology, our infant daughter was 3 weeks old at the time. Since she was born on August 21, that would have put our move at Sept. 11. Sept. 11 is already taken as a “significant date,” so I’ve decided to use Sept. 12 for family mythology purposes.

So here I am, on Sept. 12, exactly 40 years later, wondering what I’m supposed to say on such a momentous occasion. How about, “Hi Mom, I’m still here, I hope you’re enjoying Heaven.” Or perhaps something with more gravitas, indicating the infinite depths of wisdom I have plumbed during my sojourn on the land.

Writing something worthy will take some time. I’ll think about it and maybe write little snippets from time to time. I just wanted to acknowledge this anniversary on the actual date.

A couple of my favorite on-the-land memoirs are “Robin and Sundew,” and “The Gangbang Queen of Howell County.” In a sense, this entire blog is an on-the-land memoir.

How did I end up on the land in the first place? I wrote an essay about this a few years ago. To read it, just click this link.


Blogger Sue Solberg said...

And now, of course, said infant daughter has one of her own and is inching back to the land too. Does it run in families? Nature or nurture?

8:53 AM  
Anonymous jacques conejo said...

Those were great stories...

I took the liberty of forwarding the story about how you got to the land, to a young man who goes by Paz. He's the news director at KRUX now and a really bright and creative guy. You might be hearing from him some time in the near future... It's a great story!


9:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Congratulations ~ Thank you for being an inspiration and sharing your knowledge . . . you have been a busy / productive man !
cheers, Anne Smart

1:34 PM  

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