I've known about this since I was little but on my families farm lives several families who are all spread out. They have all the animals and the usual farming. Its situated on about 140+ acres. You can walk this property all day and see some of the most beautiful sights. It has it all. You will also bypass many hidden things if you aren't in the know. My aunt took me into the dephths of one of the hay fields and we came upon a giant oak tree. Hanging in that oak tree wasn't a nigger but instead a birdhouse. My aunt walks up to it, looks around and slides a bottom drawer out. It had a bottle of hooch in it. Good hooch. Some of the best made Moonshine in the world. We took a little sip and she put it back and said "I bet you didn't even know that was in there" and I said no bu tI do now bygawd. lol She said the old family members had shit like that stashed all over the place for when they were out & about and maybe needed a little sip.
We then made our way to a gorgeous babbling brook and there was a huge stump there. She pulls a little hidden door open on it and pulls out a bottle of homemade strawberry wine. We took a swig. It has a kick and tastes so good. It has a lot higher alcohol content than most wines you've drank and it will make you shitfaced if you drink very much of it. She put it back in the stump and we made our way to a huge pond. Giant fish swimming happily everywhere enjoying this godly summers day. A couple old fishing poles leaned up against the tree we grabbed and started fishing. They had old rooster tail spinners on them. We caught some humongous fish. We just sat there and it dawned on me that she just wanted to spend a little time with me. She's a young 80 years old but looks and acts 60. We talked about the old days and how fucked this world is now but nothing could ruin this moment. It was so quiet and peaceful that it was heaven. This is how & where I grew up. I wish I could've captured that whole day in a jar and keep it on my desk.
We walked over to where my great uncle used to live. His little homestead is still there well preserved. He was an obvious outdoorsman, as am I. In my family you either have farmers like this or well educated types and in some cases both. This guy was intelligent. You can tell by the way he built things that still work today. For example, in the background yo ucan hear this creaking sound. Its a steel pole going into the creek with an small boat rotor on the end spinning in the current and on the other end it goes to a spinning small windmill (4ft across) that is incredibly crafted. There's his essence like that everywhere. They were some crafty people. We left and went back to her farm where she hugged me and then grabbed my wife and grandbaby and took them off on an adventure to her flower gardens with old plants and flowers I've never seen. Its like something out of a Thomas Kincaid painting. The day before she spent most of the day with my sons and they said it was the best time ever. I love moments like this and living this particular kind of life. These people never asked anything from anybody once but always helped everyone else.
Back in the late 70's a familys house burnt down and my family took wood from their sawmill there and built a new, better house and never asked for anything in return. The old timers always helped each other. They're all the time bringing food to each other. As I spent my final moments there we sat on the back deck of their farmhouse and it hangs over a little creek and a little breeze kept us cool on this hot summer day. Its all shaded back there with majestic trees and wildlife teaming everywhere. I didn't wanna leave but I can go there anytime I want as she only lives a half a mile from me lol. There's a little road that goes by their house around the chicken houses and a barn and it leads to an opening where there are three giant oak trees. This is where they've always had birthday parties and whatnot. There's hand crafted seats everywhere. Its a magical place.I think its where some ley lines cross. You can feel this energy there. Its beautifully weird feeling. Butterflies and bugs and wildlife going every which direction the whole time. Its possible to make your own little Heaven here on Earth.
When I was about 6 or 7 this little ol widow lady's house burned down. The whole community came together and built her a new, better home, in one weekend. My job was picking up nails and scrap pieces. Pile the scrap for burning and put the nails in boxes. I also fetched anything that the Men who were working needed. It was a good day and I will never forget it. It was over 50 years ago.
I grew up in a place like that but the bankers got it. I went out into the world, found another home, then the bankers got that one too. Now I'm building a place like that from scratch. The people in my family that the bankers bamboozled are all gone. I chase the money men away when they come with their barrels of useless sheckels. Never take their money to put their names on your land. They will do everything in their power to make you fail so they can harvest everything your people have built slowly and with love. The bastards will plow it all under and build condos.
The banks fucked a lot of farms over. I get pissed just thinking about it. The ones who held out and wouldn't sell got flooded with Oxycontin. My families land is many generations old and paid for, well other than yearly kike taxes, -and that shit makes me fucking rage, as well. Last time I was in the courthouse I might've got a little too loud and the sherrif and his gay ass little manlet punks got behind me. This year my dad paid his land taxes and he told them all off. I mean told. them. off. and called them parasites. I've lost a couple things in life but pawed and climbed my way back. Momma they're trying to break me...
In the woods of the pacific northwest they destroyed our economy with the spotted owl. They killed our dads and granddads in the mills with their tree spikes. A convicted tree spiker now runs the bureau of land management. The BLM. They brought in the meth and their human cattle that do their will. Those bottom feeders were all devil worshippers. My brother just told me they found another one of their killsites right down the road. "Body parts everywhere, I hear". We would crash their little ceremonies in old dairys and in the woods and run them out. They aren't very tough. But then decades go by and they started converting our own to their stupid globalist satanic religion, mostly with meth. Then things got bad. They came in and bought everything for pennies on the dollar. They gave out huge loans and pounced like wolves when the money ran out. It was all by design. Evergreen college was an indoctrination facility. Everybody was poor and wet, cold and miserable. So many got mindraped. The police hounded us for driving our old jalopies. One of my friends had a bankruptcy at 18 years old for tens of thousands in traffic fines. We were just farm kids doing farm kid shit. We would scrap like cats all over town. It was kind of fun back then. Its not so fun now, I am an old monster.
So what you are saying is that your elder displayed traits of alcoholism by stashing it away on the property as to the house where likely a man got rid of it all since it was becoming a problem?
I have been around many alcoholics and even a sponsor for some now (never been one myself) just prefer to be the difference I want to see in the world is all.
As for the remembrance part, that is nice. Everything one could need being ever present and everywhere around you is something I have never experienced.
Never been on a plot of land that wasn't being rented or leased in my life till 3y ago when I bought my own home.
Having my son assist with making it right, because if I would have had that type of security growing up, maybe I wouldn't have always been under so much stress?
With these people its all about moderation, as it should be. None of them are alcoholics. Just fun little things stashed around for friends. Old timers have done this all over America since olden times. Its like stashing a half gallon of liquor under the bathroom sink. When friends go to take a piss they can have a little swig to help them on their way. lol -Just that kind of thing
[ - ] watts2db 1 point 10 monthsJun 24, 2024 19:37:53 ago (+1/-0)
sounds like she is in her 80’s and still going strong so Im thinking it was consumed in moderation as a treat to share with others and on special occasion
Untrue, they will attempt to sneak it by hiding it in all manners of ways, seen them use a needle to inject as much as they can into oranges, apples, and hide it wherever isn't sus as a normal activity.
You should see the lengths addicts will go in order to maintain their habits once those that care about them say it is an obvious problem.
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When I was about 6 or 7 this little ol widow lady's house burned down. The whole community came together and built her a new, better home, in one weekend. My job was picking up nails and scrap pieces. Pile the scrap for burning and put the nails in boxes. I also fetched anything that the Men who were working needed.
It was a good day and I will never forget it. It was over 50 years ago.
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We would scrap like cats all over town. It was kind of fun back then. Its not so fun now, I am an old monster.
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I have been around many alcoholics and even a sponsor for some now (never been one myself) just prefer to be the difference I want to see in the world is all.
As for the remembrance part, that is nice. Everything one could need being ever present and everywhere around you is something I have never experienced.
Never been on a plot of land that wasn't being rented or leased in my life till 3y ago when I bought my own home.
Having my son assist with making it right, because if I would have had that type of security growing up, maybe I wouldn't have always been under so much stress?
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Never had it within a household like you say, always been with piss colored eyes and failing livers, good to hear it wasn't always like that.
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You should see the lengths addicts will go in order to maintain their habits once those that care about them say it is an obvious problem.