I have been missing my goal for posting frequency on this weblog. Part of the reason is my natural verbosity, and an inability to master the art of brief but frequent blog posts. Our friend at Auburn Meadow Farm wrote me today, and I realized that I have not shared any of my impressions of the ADCA meeting, show and sale.
The trip itself was eventful. Mapquest led me to Fort Wayne Indiana on a route past the hometown of one of America's greatest living agrarian writers, Gene Logsdon. Gene Logsdon is on of the greatest influences on my life, my favorite author, and seeing the landscapes that formed him was a great treat. While I comment once in a while on his blog, my regard for him makes me somewhat starstruck. Part of me wanted to drop off a couple of pounds of free samples of our Gibsondale Cheese, but like many writers, I understand he shuns visitors.
As a major Gene Logsdon fan, I was somewhat chagrined that the town of Upper Sandusky did not honor their most famous son in their welcome sign. The town does remember its original inhabitants, who apparently made their peaceful last stand there. Gene often writes about homesteaders, agrarians and other rural folk as "Ramparts People", and the connection to the Wyandot Indians is not lost in his thinking
"The voice of the turtle can be heard again, ringing through the land, as the old Wyandots and Mohegans who once roamed my farm would say-a new surge of creative energy that moves the earth in a direction of self-redemption and sustainability that not the richest PAC nor the oldest institutionalized claptrap can stop".
Next Time......................How the Contrary Farmer changed my life