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Bruce Steele's avatar

Young, would like to farm, work thirty years till you can buy a farm and move there, run a vegetable stand for a few years and hogs a decade more, always make payments but rarely any profit, in seventies, wife in eighties and still works, quit trying to sell , instead farm as efficient and regenerative as you want, feed your family well , care for the wildlife you share the land with, eventually die and somebody makes serious bucks off the farm by selling it. But the only way nature and the wildlife do well is when someone chooses the hard path, the grub hoe , and if lucky enough gets to watch over some beautiful piece of land most of their senior years. At some point getting by is more important than getting ahead.

Walter Haugen's avatar

You have to start where you are. When a small group started People's Pantry in 1970 in Minneapolis, they focused on retail because us "dirty hippie commie pinkos" had no capital and were in an urban environment. Same thing when we started North Country Co-op in the spring of 1971. People said we should do what the Finns did in northern Minnesota in the 1930s. But we had no capital and no land. We had to start where we were. I could sell just ONE copy of the local underground newspaper, Hundred Flowers, and buy a pound of brown rice. That kept me alive. Later on, when I had some capital, I could homestead in northern Minnesota. But we started where we were. Penniless, repressed and despised.

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