Chasing a utopian vision of a self-sustaining life on the land ...
The Harrises now hope to end up as organic homesteaders in Vermont.
Patience, you silly people ...
Hope and Change is on the way
Don’t feel sorry for the kids. My grandfather was a wanderer, in search of utopia. He ended up in South America, my mother followed him down there and I had a perfect childhood. Perfect.
We had very little ‘stuff.’ But we had friends and family and lots of love and I wouldn’t have traded that for all the stuff in the world.
My family was so poor we couldn't even afford to pay attention
As a kid, I got three meals a day. Oatmeal, miss-a-meal and no meal." ...
My family was so poor that if I hadn't been born a boy,I wouldn't of had anything to play with
My family was so poor that the skeletons in our closet died of malnutrition.
My family was so poor that the hobos used to drop off lunches for us kids.
My family was so poor we didn't even have lead paint on the walls to eat.
My family was so poor that once when somebody threw the dog a bone, he had to call for a fair catch.
My family was so poor that all the cockroaches died of starvation.
My family was so poor that on garbage day, we had to beg for garbage from our neighbors to put on our curb.
My family was so poor we couldn't even afford to live in the ghetto. We lived in the alley behind the ghetto........
My family was so poor that we saved up all year long so's we could have spam for Thanksgiving.
My family was so poor that the only clothes I had to wear were hand-me-downs from my older sister.....
i wondered if that was how somebody about to commit suicide feels after giving away their stuff as some do
anyway, i shed even more stuff before returning to the states and now barely fill a 650sq' cabin.
but everything i have now, will last me the rest of my life...