https://www.homestead.org/homesteading-history/history-of-american-homesteading-part3/ Johnny Cash (1932-2003) attracted myths like a big, square-shouldered magnet. It’s true that he was born in a clapped-out town in northeast Arkansas, that…
https://www.homestead.org/history/the-history-of-american-homesteading-part4/ Modern American homesteading, to misquote The Bard, makes strange bedfellows. Who can deny that communists, communalists, socialists, utopians, fundamentalists, survivalists, innovators, traditionalists, hermits, poets,…
My life has changed drastically since choosing this rural life. When I lived in the Boston area, I would have a harried list of…
"Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: Dear, dear Mrs. Coney,— Well, I have filed on my land and am now a bloated landowner. I waited…
"Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: September 11, 1909 Dear Mrs. Coney,— This has been for me the busiest, happiest summer I can remember. I…
Elinore P. Stewart's "Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: September 28, 1909. Dear Mrs. Coney,— Your second card just reached me and I am plumb…
"Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: November 22, 1909 My dear Friend,— I was dreadfully afraid that my last letter was too much for you…
"Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: November 22, 1909 Dear Mrs. Coney,— ... I think every one enjoyed our Thanksgiving programme except poor Gale. She…
Elinore P. Stewart’s "Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: December 28, 1909 Dear Mrs. Coney,— Our Thanksgiving affair was the most enjoyable happening I can…
Elinore P. Stewart’s "Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: [December, 1909] Dear Mrs. Coney,— My happy Christmas resulted from the ex-sheriff of this county being…
Elinore P. Stewart’s "Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: April 5, 1910 Dear Mrs. Coney,— I find upon re-reading your letter that I did not…
Elinore P. Stewart’s "Letters of a Woman Homesteader" continued: August 15, 1910 Dear Mrs. Coney,— ... Grandma Edmonson's birthday is the 30th of May, and…