Went to "Corrigall Farm Museum" last week with the kids. An old farm and farmhouse showing life on the farm about 120 years ago. Really great woman hanging out around there to talk about farm life. Learned about grinding wheat, practiced with a shoulder water carrier, learned about finding wicks for old lamps in weeds and making cheese.
When we started talking about cheese from raw milk she became quite animated. "Many people can't have raw milk anymore because of weak immune systems. The children and houses are kept too clean. We dont have enough germs in our lives to strengthen our immune systems. We are becoming a weak people."
That would require my house being clean, wouldn't it? Can't remember the last time I found the mop for the kiutchen flooor... lol!
Posted by: Heather | August 01, 2005 at 01:50 AM
Debbie,
Just found your blog recently. Great to catch up with you. So, I don't need to feel bad for the dirt? Whew!!! Peace,
Lisa
Posted by: Lisa Scandrette | August 01, 2005 at 06:06 AM
debbie, I just love reading your blog, thank you! jen
Posted by: jen from sheffield | August 01, 2005 at 06:39 AM
So that's why my offspring are so wonderfully healthy!
What news from the Camino? Hope all is going well...
Posted by: Kathryn | August 02, 2005 at 11:47 PM
Hi Debbie,
this isn't comment, but a request. We met in 1998 at the Land when I was a boy named George. I have been writing a book about my experiences that spring, in particular exp. at the Land, and would like to include a story you related about re demonic attack in SF when you were with child. For this section, all I have is:
Little-Bit had an elder brother and two younger sisters, one of them a newborn. They were the children of Andrew and Debbie, the married couple from Father’s House. When the Land was given to Father’s House, they relocated there to lead it.
In the evening Cedar took me to Andrew and Debbie’s house to make their acquaintance. The rooms in the house were large, airy and comfortable. Debbie served tea and held her new baby. She was a lovely, matronly woman with long, wavy red hair. Before Andrew joined us, she told me harrowing stories of demonic attack during her last pregnancy in Haight-Ashbury. From the appearances, it seemed to her that the devil was trying mightily to harm the baby inside her, and then her family was delivered to the Land when they most needed it. I was glad she was safe and cozy with her baby in her big house, far away from the world.
Debbie, would you mind emailing me a detailed account of what was going in H. Ashbury? I would appreciate it a lot.
God Bless Us.
Hearts,
Amy
Posted by: Amy George | November 19, 2006 at 09:53 AM