Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue
Something/Someone Old
My Something Old today is Appleton Farm, the oldest working farm in America.
This is the Old House, first built by Isaac Appleton in 1688. Isaac was the brother of Samuel Appleton, the first settler on land that had been carefully tended by the local Agawam tribe (local legend says they fertilized the soil with fish bones).
This is a drawing of Samuel's original house:
Apparently the Old House (Isaac's, not Samuel's) was gutted and rebuilt six times as various generations of Appletons took it over in succession.
This is a picture of it from the late 1800s:
What is so neat about this farm is that it continued in the same family for seven generations. When, at last, the family line had run dry, the last two Appletons did something remarkable:
But it almost didn't happen that way. The ninth generation of Appletons — the late Francis Jr. and his wife, Joan — had no children to pass the property down to. While most folks would have sold the property to developers and cashed in for tens of millions, Francis and Joan decided to donate the estate to the Trustees of Reservations, a nonprofit that has devoted itself to preserving Massachusetts's landmarks and landscapes for nearly 120 years. In 1998 — eight years before her death — Mrs. Appleton officially turned the property over to the trustees. Her only stipulation: that the property she and her husband held so dear must remain a working farm — and that it be left open to the community forever.
As a result, Appleton isn't just the oldest farm in America, it's the people's farm. For the citizens of Ipswich, it's also a remarkable resource, plain and simple. Kids in the farm's 4-H program stop by regularly to feed and care for their calves, volunteers lead bird-watching excursions, and agricultural interns work diligently in the fields. After work and on weekends, bikers and runners take to the 10 miles of grassy paths. Mothers push babies in strollers, and couples walk happy terriers, shepherds, and bulldogs. Along the way, visitors pass spring-fed ponds that empty into small creeks, hay bales drying in the sun, and centuries-old stone walls that trace the lush landscape.
[O]ne of Appleton Farms' most successful ventures has been its Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) program, whereby area residents pay a fixed seasonal fee in exchange for a 22-week share of the farm's fresh produce. Eight-hundred families in and around the North Shore of Boston participate in the program, which operates from May to November.
http://www.countryliving.com/life/travel/a2855/americas-oldest-farm-0709/
Let's hear it for Mrs. Joan Appleton and her husband Francis, who made an incredible gesture: valuing the commons over the dollar.
I bet the farm produces a ton of apples.
Something New
My reggae listening tends to center on Bob Marley and Peter Tosh. In other words, top-notch but old. I stuck my head up to see what new musicians might have arisen since the 1970s. I found Jah9. She's good.
Janine Elizabeth Cunningham was born on May 23, 1983 in Montego Bay, Saint James in Jamaica.[3] Her father was a Christian preacher,[7] while her mother was a teacher and social worker.[3] Spending her childhood in the rural town of Falmouth, Jamaica,[8] Cunningham recollects being a creatively-minded "introvert" growing up, often spending her time writing and reading.
https://everipedia.org/wiki/Jah9/
...Jah9 spent her first 9 years in Falmouth, Trelawny, on the rural western edge of Jamaica before moving into the city of Kingston, in 1991. Transplanted in the city, this country girl, used to the idyllic Falmouth where everyone knew everyone else, was suddenly struck by chaos disguised as order in Jamaica’s capital. Highly sensitive to her surroundings, she ventured inward and found an outlet for her feelings in the words that she wrote.
Growing up in a conscious family with a preacher for a father and a social worker for a mother, Janine had always been aware of the injustices in the world. However, it was not until she was on campus at the University of the West Indies that she would embark on a pivotal journey to find her true voice. At UWI, she would gather with a group of fellow socially conscious and Rastafari brethren by a fire to steam herbs and reason for long hours. There her heart was opened to the teachings of Haile Selassie I and her ears to the hypnotic bass of the heavy dub rhythms of roots reggae.
https://calendar.uoregon.edu/event/jah_9#.Wj2UBt-nGUk
In 2008, she retired from the corporate world, and started focusing on her music full time. A good thing, in my opinion.
She has been compared to Nina Simone.
Here's some of her work:
Something Borrowed
Latin America and Africa have apparently traded tubers.
Sweet potatoes, Ipomoea batatas, originated in the tropical regions of this hemisphere, especially Central America, and are now enjoyed more or less everywhere.
Yams, Dioscorea batatas, originated in Africa and are now quite popular in Latin America and the Caribbean. In Spanish, they are referred to as batata, boniato and ñame.
Apparently yams can grow up to seven feet long!
Sweet potatoes are members of the morning glory family, Convolvulaceae. They are only distantly related to potatoes, in that they are members of the same order. But to make it clear how distant that relation is, the order Carnivora, in the animal kingdom, contains 280 species.
They are not even distantly related to yams, whose true name is Dioscorea batatas, and are more closely related to lilies than to sweet potatoes:
A monocot related to lilies and grasses, yams are a vigorous herbaceous vine, providing an edible tuber.[1] Yams are also an invasive plant, often considered a "noxious weed", outside cultivated areas.[1] Native to Africa and Asia, yam tubers vary in size from that of a small potato to over 60 kg (130 lb). Some 870 species of yams are known,[1] and 95% of these crops are grown in Africa.[9]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yam_(vegetable)
When African slaves were brought to the Americas, they encountered sweet potatoes. It reminded them of the tubers they ate at home. I'm not sure what they called Dioscorea batatas when they were at home, but the New World word "yam" comes from the African words njam, nyami or djambi, meaning "to eat."
https://www.thespruce.com/sweet-potatoes-vs-yams-1808067
Something Blue
The hyacinth macaw is the largest macaw and the largest flying parrot in the world. Meet Anodorhynchus hyacinthinus:
They have beaks strong enough to break open coconuts! In fact, they can break open the hardest nuts in the world.
https://aqua.org/explore/animals/hyacinth-macaw
They are intelligent birds. Get a load of this:
And they are good mimics:
But as wonderful as these birds are, don't go buy one as a pet:
The hyacinth macaw is considered vulnerable to extinction due to habitat loss and over-collection for the pet trade.
We don't want them to go extinct.
Comments
Love the idea of the public farm...
What a great idea. We grew a sweet potato this year that tried to get away, and may explain how they migrated to Africa and Asia...
It's a lot warmer this week, but more cold weather coming. I'm off to a rehearsal this AM - we're playing a dance Saturday night. Have a good one!
“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
@Lookout Wow!
Occasionally sweet potatoes, even the ones from the stores, very strongly desire to sprout. I had one that had over twelve sprouts coming out of it. I rooted, planted, and cherished them. The strongest survived--I kept talking to him all through the winter, telling him I didn't want him to die (he was in a pot on my screen porch). He made it, and ended up being the progenitor of *two whiskey barrels full of sweet potatoes*, one of which we unearthed and ate--a bit too soon; we should have let them go a full year--and the other which is still going strong which we will unearth in the spring.
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
@Lookout I really hope there's no
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
@Cant Stop the Macedonian Signal Looks OK--it's only
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
@Lookout Have a great time at the
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Good morning, all!
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Another beautiful essay! I don't know how you do it, but I
thank you.
I did not know about Appleton, so thank you for that information as well. I must get out there in spring or summer. Massachusetts is also home to the oldest commissioned naval vessel, the USS Constitution. If you have already written that up in one of your brilliant essays, it's an interesting story.
I love the photo of the two hyacinth parrots, though I've never warmed up to parrots in general. I also love sweet potatoes and yams, which, in their US iterations, are interchangeable. I make them on the side of many dishes, including Hoppin' John. Both supposedly arrived here from Africa with slaves.
I didn't get around to making Hoppin John for New Year's Day, which is my preference. However, I will make it on Martin Luther King Day, which is my fall back. I haven't enjoyed Hoppin' John as much since I found out that all rice contains arsenic, but I can probably survive an annual dose.
@HenryAWallace Thank you very much, HW!
As for sweet potatoes, I have gone so far as to name my progenitor sweet potato ("Mike") who will never be dug up and eaten. He does, however, spawn many offspring who fill whiskey tubs with lovely yummy roots.
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
How does that work? I thought you grew them from slips.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
@enhydra lutris You do (and that's
Vines are the voracious expansionists of the plant kingdom, but I love them.
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
But how do you harvest all the progeny without harvesting
the progenitor?
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
@HenryAWallace Thanks also for the tip
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Morning, HAW. Micro-doses of arsenic aren't any big thing,
but it is cumulative, iirc. It has been intentionally consumed in some past cultures.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
@enhydra lutris As everyone who has
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Good morning, CSTMS and thanks for the OT. Thanks
especially for Jah9 who I will need to listen to more. The farm preservation project sounds wonderful, as, of course, is the CSA.
The yam video got me to thinking about edible privacy trellises. We have a trellis that we use to block the line of sight to out patio from an overlooking neighbor. We had a trupemt vine, but it kept escaping its container and is wildly invasive. The yam vine looked great, but you need to kill it to harvest the crop. Zo, poking around I found runner beans. Any experience with them, or any alternative suggestions?
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
@enhydra lutris Actually, I'm having a
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Small cucurbits as well
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.
@enhydra lutris Edible groundnuts are
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
I just had a mental image of an entryway trellised arch
covered with zuchhini.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
@enhydra lutris Squash and beans--if
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Has anyone else started looking at garden catalogs for 2018?
That is dream-time for me. And 2017 was a black year for me as well. Even my houseplants died of neglect. 2018 is stuttering already; I never got my garlic planted before the subzero weather. It may exist in "stasis" in the mudroom until spring. Most of my 2017 orders died here.
I have grown blooming plants from tissue culture callus. Now I can do nothing right. My intent is too large, but I am getting accustomed to biting off smaller chunks.
Fox footprints all over outside in the snow! I think it's looking for my dog.
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.
@riverlover I'm in a weird position,
So basically, I'm in the middle of the second growing season. And no, I haven't actually looked at the garden catalogs for the next round yet, but you remind me that I'd better get on the stick!
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Belated Good Day CSTMS - what a wonderful OT you wrote
I especially enjoyed the story about the community farm. May be I should move into that neighborhood and enjoy it there?
All I am seeing on the TeeVee in Germany is landslides, freezing cold and icy winds over at your side of the pond.
I feel for all of those who have been harmed by the weather and hope everyone of you managed to stay dry, warm and with their heads above water or the mud. The images on our evening news from the US are of a kind that you want to jump up and help.
Have a good remainder of the day. These days I never know in what kind of time zone all of you are. It's beyond me.
Oh, and I support this lady's efforts. So, I spread her video here again. Heh, dare you to feel suicital ... you'll hear why:
[video:https://youtu.be/IYYc3-9GNDU]
https://www.euronews.com/live
thanks for the vid
question everything
Going to investigate growing yams
Tried sweet potatoes last year and got one. Didn't bother to cure it. Ate it in a stir fry and it was yummy. However, our alkaline soil doesn't suit them I think. Harvested my cucuzza seeds this week and ordered yard long green bean seeds. Maybe yams are an idea? All grow on trellises.
Enjoyed your whole OT throughly! Thanks.
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
I've eaten yard long beans many times, but not sure if they'll
grow where I am.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --