Little Free Press 135 food for thought simplicity
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Little Free Press
#135 “food for thought since 1969″ Reprinting Permissible FREE
#135 Little Free Press, 301 SE 11th Street, Lot 218, Little Falls, MN 56345-3378 Phone 612-632-2813 page
There are two kinds of people; the “I cans!” and the “I can’ts!” Do you know any “I can’t!” people? This group says, “I can’t fight city-hall, I can’t find a job, I can’t get ahead, I can’t save money, I can’t quit smoking, drinking or/and using drugs, I can’t decide, I can’t think, I can’t get along with people, I can’t keep friends, I can’t stand this and I can’t stand that, I can’t quit TV, I can’t stand quiet, I can’t be alone, I can’t get along without government, etc., etc.”
And there is that brave group that say, “I can!” and they try. They try and try again until they succeed and they enjoy life. My faithful readers are the “I can!” people. They are the thinkers, the explorers, the inventors and the pioneers. They are glad to learn from the mistakes of others and they build their own successes.
I had a dream last night that I was eating dinner with several people in some small town. There was lots of food on the table, even ice cream. The person sitting next to me remarked at how good the chicken tasted. I told her that was because the chickens were raised on a small farm and were allowed to run free and find wild seeds, bugs, etc. to add to their dietin addition to the corn and oats that the farmer gave them. I told her that the eggs also tasted better. That they had dark orange yokes instead of the pale yellow yokes of the chicken factory eggs. Of course natural raised food is much more nutritious and keeps a person healthier than the food that is raised merely to make Profit.
As anyone can reason, big corporate farmers are like all the other Profiteers. They are mainly motivated by Profit, not people’s health nor the health of the land.
Is it any wonder that my grandparents lived into their 90′s? They raised their own food, even after they retired from their farm and moved into a small town.
They were not couch potatoes! They kept their minds and bodies active. I never heard them arguing nor fighting. They were happy and healthy people. They drank a lot of coffee with cream and sugar. About the only medicine Grandma ever took was baking soda. It is OK. It is about the only one I take too. I even use it for brushing my teeth. They didn’t go to a rest home. After Grandpa died, Grandma went to live with her daughter and helped with the housework and continued her quilt and rug making and her canning. Keeping busy doing something one thinks is important and enjoyable seems to keep one healthy and happy.
I am anxious to move back to the land and get away from store-food that is loaded with strange sounding chemicals that are supposed to give food longer shelf life and preserve the color. That may be nice for the Profiteers, but maybe it is so well preserved that our digestive systems can’t break very much of that food down. Maybe that’s why we have to eat such large quantities to get enough nourishment to sustain us. If that is truethat allows them to sell more food.
Look how much more sickness people have todayat how much more cancer and more heart trouble they have. Look at the Obituaries. Not many live into their 90′s any more. Pollution, additives and stress are surely the major causes. The media have somehow made us believe that we have things better now days and live longer. But it is not true. In some other countries people live much longer than in the U.S.A. But you only read about that in the underground papers. Back to living on the land for me! I’ve been there before. It is Good!!!
My grandson and I have our ups and downs. Sometimes a teenager is very hard to live with. Just because one is Free, doesn’t mean you don’t have problems once in a while. Shit still happens! I still make wrong decisions on occasion. Hopefully I learn from them.
After grandson becomes 18 this September, I plan to sell and give away my superfluous stuff and diminish my possessions down to my car and the essentials that I’ll need for cooking and sleeping.
I take out the front passenger seat and half of the rear seat and make a bed on that side. It then becomes a Micro-motorhome. It works out well with my little ’87 Toyota Tercel 40 miles-to-the-gallon car. Then I’ll head on down to Florida and hopefully buy a sailboat this time. I’ll camp at state parks, rest areas and occasionally a motel to have a phone.
I bought this car at a repairable wreck junk yard for $1,690. It needed some body work. It had only 38,000 miles on it. Now it has 139,000. No problems. I’ve driven to California and Florida several times. It was not fun. Who’s fault? Mine! I was goal oriented. I just focused on getting there quick. How stupid!
I’ve got to learn to slow down and enjoy the trip along the way. Stop more often and observe what and who is around me. Even here in Little Falls, I’ve got to quit walking so damn fast. I miss a lot of life in the here and now, by being in such a hurry. I suspect that I have allowed the computer to do this to me. It may be the rapidly blinking cursor. Maybe it speeds up my beatsets my pace?
The first step in correcting this hurry-hurry of mine has taken place. I have become aware. Now I can begin to work on slowing down and smelling the daises.
I digress. I’m sorry. I put about $500 into used car parts and since I am retired and have oodles of Free time, I did the work myself, except I had an expert install the windshield.
That was a fun project … finding the right used parts and figuring out how to install them and doing it. I was homeless at the time. I had a car full of possessions that I had stashed in a son’s garage along with the seats I had removed.
I recall having a used door and a fender in the back seat. The drivers door was tied shut with a rope and the passenger door wouldn’t open. The driver door window was gone and the windshield had several cracks, like a spider web. At night I would take the extra door and fender out and put them under the car, when I slept. I can’t recall all the places I found to park to work on rebuilding my little Tercel. This was about four years ago. But I did the job somehow and it looked almost as good as a new car when I got through. It was certainly a creative operation.
I was not paying any rent at the time and didn’t own any land. I was happy as a lark doing that project and thrilled at beating the System.
I had a few thousand dollars loaned to a very trustworthy friend at 8% that I could draw from at any time, so I did not feel destitute. I even fried up a T-bone steak once in a while on my little Primas type one-burner stove. It uses a one pound propane container available at any hardware store. They often have those propane cans on sale as a loss-leader.
Rent or mortgage payments are the biggest nut we have to crack. It was really quite an accomplishment and fun to have that expense down to zero.
Now I’m paying $145 per month for lot rent for my mobile home. $84 last month for heat. $24 for electricity. $29 for telephone. $15 for long distance carrier. And $115 for my food. And plenty to the printing company. This is not my favorite way to fly. My savings and pension tend to flutter away from me much faster with all this overhead.
I consider the printing expense as an investment in my future. If my LFP work succeedsI will have a much better world to live in. In addition to that, the PES-PIS work makes a better today for me. Try it! You’ll like it!
Hippie Co-op Grocery
I hope credit is given to the Hippie generation for starting the co-op grocery stores. They are wonderful places. They started out in Minneapolis just selling grain and sunflower seeds in bulk with no expensive packaging. They at first bought directly from organic farmers. I can remember paying just two cents per pound for wheat and corn.
They even had a co-op hardware store for a few years in Minneapolis. They sold the Corona Corn Mill there and several other hand operated juicers, etc.
We no longer have a co-op grocery in Little Falls. I drove 30 miles to the Crow Wing Food Co-op in Brainerd. I ordered a 25 pound bag of organic yellow field corn for $7.69. I often grind corn for cornmeal mush for breakfast.
I find it hard to believe the prices they charge for packaged breakfast food. From two to four dollars for a pound of dry ready to eat cereal.
I rotate between oats, corn and wheat for my breakfast cereal. Every other day I have an egg instead, in one form or another. Lately it has been an omelette. Sometimes it’s whole wheat pancakes. I’m learning to cook good enough to suite me. My body seems satisfied with a fourth cup of grain. I grind this fairly fine, add three fourths cup of cold water, three little shakes of salt and cook it slowly and stir until it gets thick enough to eat with a fork. I don’t use milk or sugar on it. This way I must masticate it in order to swallow it. This mixes it with the enzymes in my saliva to start the digestion process right in my mouth. Years ago, I used to wash my food down with milk or other liquid. Hurry, hurry and more hurry, that was my Rat Race rule.
Today I figured out what my breakfast cereal cost me. I found that a quarter cup of corn kernels weighs almost two ounces. I’ll get 200 servings out of that 25 pound bag of corn. That makes $0.03845 cost for each of my breakfasts of corn. Can you imagine that! About 4 cents for a good whole-grain nourishing breakfast.
I’ve learned that my body works better if I have more fiber in my diet, so I stir in a fourth cup of wheat bran after the cereal is cooked. The bran weighs about three quarters of an ounce. That would make 21 servings per pound. The bran is $0.45 per pound at the Good Earth Co-op in St. Cloud. That would make about two cents per serving for bran. With the bran it doesn’t have quite as rich a flavor, but my bowels surely work better. Sometimes I add a tablespoon of peanut butter as soon as it thickens. This may balance the amino acids a little better and sweetens it. Sometimes I add raisins that have been soaked in water.
I was buying General Mills “Fiber One” for about $3.50 per pound box and it works well. That has 15 servings per pound or $0.23 per serving. But then you have to add milk and sugar in order to get it down. Some difference!
On my 69th birthday I drove 50 miles to Powder Ridge Ski Area, at Kimball, MN. I decided to learn down-hill skiing. I didn’t fall down even once that day. That was because they weren’t open. It was too cold.
I went back after eight days of bitter cold. It was a nice day with sunshine. I chose the easiest hill and used the J-bar lift to get to the top. I had already read the first half of that how-to-ski book I got from the library. The first trip down was the scariest. I fell once. An easy fall. I practiced the plow and took the hill back and forth and slopping only a little downward instead of pointing straight down. I got so I could turn on each side and zig-zag all the way down. Finally I shot straight down the last half and gained a lot of speed. The last time down I took the whole hill straight down. But I plowed the first part of the way to keep the speed down and went like 60 the rest of the way.
I’m glad I read the book first. It helped me understand what I needed to do. It is not all that difficult. With more practice I can see myself feeling a lot more at ease on my $9.50 ski outfit. I could not have had more fun with $200 skis and a $200 ski costume.
The day after I went skiing I went fishing on Fish Trap Lake. I caught two fish and threw them back. The longest one was three inches.
The next day I went to Rice Lake and caught only one fish. This one I kept. It was a sixteen inch Northern Pike. The next day I dipped half of it in whole wheat flour and fried it. Say! That was delicious. I had the other half the next day. Fish is so much better tasting when it is first caught.
Both days the sun was out and I was warmly dressed and not cold. My home-made ice chisel worked well but the holes I cut were at least two feet deep. If you’ve ever chopped a fish hole you know it was quite an exhausting job, but a great way to burn up cholesterol.
It was fun to be outdoors in the peace and quiet on the ice watching and waiting for the bobber to start bobbing, which it eventually did.
On Rice Lake I was the only person out there. I took time to observe the cloud formations, the woods around the lake and the flat snow covered lake.
The fish houses had already been removed. Not a living soul anywhere in sight. Some people might have felt lonely. But it is all in how you look at it. I liked the privacy, peace and tranquility. For the time being, it was my own personal lake.
It’s really a great Freedom to publish your own work. Then no one can tell you what you can or can not write. There is bound to be someone who will appreciate and enjoy reading it.
THE CHAMBER, by John Grisham, Doubleday, 1994. This is an exciting novel about lawyers, hate, courts and death row. One gets an inside view of the prison system. This novel makes it easy to see that prisons don’t rehabilitate criminals, it only punishes them. How long have people known that punishment is not an effective way to change people? This book demonstrates this.
Grisham describes a Ku Klux Klan member and his hateful racism and what it caused him to do. It reminded me of that old “divide and rule” scheme. I wonder if they incited the whites to hate the blacks before the slaves were freed or after? Was the KKK the System’s first racism agent provocateur?
The PES-PIS promotes the idea of removing the “cause” of crime. The book doesn’t even suggest this idea. Hardly anyone suggests removing the “cause” of problems. They mostly talk about cure. Someone a long time ago said, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” Maybe people couldn’t understand that simple truism. Or maybe it isn’t as Profitable as diddling with the cure!
BEATING THE SYSTEM (The Next American Revolution) by Larry Roth, Living Cheap Press, 7232 Belleview, Kansas City, MO 64114 ($17.95) 316 pages. Here is a man who managed to retire at age 46. It is full of ideas on why and how to retire early. He invested his savings in bonds. Many of his retirement methods are different than mine. But who can argue with success! “There is more than one way to skin a cat!” With his retirement method, he has more money to play with, which many people may prefer. He left a $70,000/yr job to get his Freedom, about a year ago.
It is very interesting reading and is well worth the money if you want more ideas on why and how to Escape the Rat Race at a younger age.
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