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What is a Homestead and Homesteader? | And the unnecessary title wars

August 16, 2016 · In: homesteading, Simple Living

I was sitting with my grandmother a few weeks back, and because of the simple fact that we own small livestock, she is always asking how the chickens are…any new rabbit babies…how about the bear, is he back? I always chuckle, because it seems to be the first thing she brings up when I walk through the door. She’ll proceed to tell me about raising quail, chickens, her mama whacking chickens over the head and sticking them in the pot for dinner. She’ll tell me about her daddy getting attacked by a bob-cat when he went to close the animals up one night. Or how they lived simply—though, it was normal for them back then. It wasn’t called “simple living” or anything like that. However, she will often refer to her home where she grew up as “the ol’ homestead”.

Homestead: a house, especially a farmhouse, and outbuildings.

That is the very first definition of “homestead” in the Websters dictionary. The next definition is a law. The definition after that is a tax exempt property. And the next definition after that is a cluster of villages where a family resides in community.
Did it mention animals? Did it mention tractors? Did it mention how many times a day you had to bake bread or make a home cooked meal? Did it mention how you should or shouldn’t do something? Did it mention whether or not you’re really doing what you say you’re doing?
I don’t think so. At least, I didn’t read that part. In fact, the definition of “homesteader” is simply “someone who owns/holds a homestead”.
I didn’t read the part where it said if you don’t have a milk cow, three goats, one hundred chickens, and over 10 acres of land, that you can’t use the word “homestead” or call yourself a “homesteader”. Apparently I missed that part…and so did my ancestors. 
My grandparents are in their ’80s, and they’ve always had old souls. Whenever I hear my grandma talk about “the ol’ homestead”, I never hear mention of a cow. My grandfather was raised on a cattle farm, and still raises them to this day. Two drastically different properties, yet, they were both homesteading souls. I never heard her mention of how much or how little they did—with the exception of those “I had to walk to school in 20 ft of snow” stories. Why? Because they just did it. They didn’t have an audience. They didn’t have google ads to bring in money off YouTube videos. They didn’t have Facebook to brag about how hard they worked that day or how much they are doing on their homestead. They didn’t have cell phones or tv’s or anything like that. They actually lived a simple life because that’s just what they did. Many times, never having a choice.
In today’s modern society and homesteading community, we often like to define labels and titles. When in reality, the people who grew up submerged in the environment of farming and homesteading, they don’t really give a rats you know what about titles and labels. They are what they are, and what they’ve always been. When you question them, they kind of give you a blank stare and just move along. There’s no time to fight about useless titles. But rest assure, they will laugh at you later. It’s all harmless, but honestly, people who live it just don’t understand all the hype.
I recently read a post by A Farmish Kind of Life, and it truly hit home and inspired me to remember my roots. It’s something I talk about often, and the only people who ever agree with me or can sympathize with me are the people who actually live this life on a regular basis and grew up around it.
I saw this same post on another friend’s FB page, with a comment beneath it that said,

“I think people that don’t grow up in this environment are the ones that think about the hardships and the work…where those who have been around it our whole lives just view it as our normal life with no defining title attached.”

There is so much truth in that little sentence. I would even take it a step farther and say that we do understand the hard work, most certainly, but we simply don’t glorify it. Actually, I understand the hard work, and I didn’t even really do it as a child. I watched, I participated when I was needed in the Summer months, or that time when my Uncle taught me how to drive a tractor when he collected hay bales before a Summer storm. I knew the value of this lifestyle long before doing it myself, because I had the greatest mentors of all time—at least, my lifetime.

my grandfather cutting one of his fields

 

It’s life. It’s normal. It’s everyday living for so many people who don’t even have a self-appointed title for themselves. Don’t be entangled in the mindset of what the definition of a “homesteader” or “off grider” or “prepper” or “southerner” or “crunchy” person may be to others. It doesn’t matter. Really. If no one has said this to you, let it be me who says it straight to your heart. It doesn’t matter what other people think of you. It doesn’t matter what other people think of what you do. It doesn’t matter whether they think you do too much on your “homestead”, or too little. Are they with you everyday of your life? No? Then it doesn’t matter. That’s not how this works…that’s not how any of this works.

When did we become so concerned with how people who sit behind a computer screen view us?

There is no “I know more than you” mentality with those who have been doing this their entire lives. Ever. Not once. In fact, most of the time, the people who’ve been doing this or have been around it their whole lives, they want to educate you in humility. They do it because they know the importance of it. They do it because it’s something they know that can be shared with anyone. They do it because this is their life, and if someone can learn from it, then they will share their experiences. They don’t try and persuade you into believing something just because they do, or in living the way they live. They know the value of community, friendship, and living a truly simple life. And even then, it’s not called a “simple life” for them…it’s simply called “living”.
I have been told I’m not a “homesteader”, because I don’t have a 3 acre garden, own a field full of large livestock, or even because I don’t show every single aspect of living here. I have been condemned for posting an artistic photo of three little carrots I pulled up out of the ground too soon—because, goodness me, I should be growing more than that (and yet, I was just weeding them out). Do you hear how silly that is? Do you hear how stupid that sounds? And if that makes me some kind of impostor, then so be it. But can I be honest for a second?
I don’t care…. 

I don’t walk into my local farm store and said “oh hey, yeah, I’m a homesteader.” Um, duh. That’s probably why you’re at the farm store. Do you know how ridiculous they’d look at me? I don’t care about the title. To be honest, I’m not a homesteader first and foremost. I’m a wife, a mom, a homemaker…who just so happens to wrangle chickens, too.

So if the “title” throws you off…remove it from the header. Just get to know me—our lives, our loves, our passions, our simplicity. If the “homestead” part causes you so much strife because it doesn’t fit into your box of a definition that’s contrary to American literature, then please, just act like it’s not there. It doesn’t define me as a person, I promise.

I will continue taking artistic photos of my food. What can I say, I like playing with it. I enjoy the beauty of deep earthy colors coming up from the soil.
I will continue to grow what I can grow and buy what I can’t grow. Because that’s what I’ve always done. Each year I grow a little more as I build and grow on our property.
I will continue to support my community and neighbors buy bartering and purchasing, educating and learning.
I will continue to raise chickens, quail, rabbits, ducks, children, dogs, and tend to my husband. Because that’s my life…this is what I do.
I am a homesteader. I am my own definition of one. Because the reality is that there is no proper definition. Certainly, within reason, you know the basics.
But whether you have less than me, or more than me, if you are a homesteader…then that’s what you are.
Maybe you live in a small house like us and you are trying to find places to grow and build. Or maybe you’re like friends of ours who manage over 600+ acres of farmland. Whatever you have, enjoy it. Enjoy the hell out of it. The mere fact that you live your life to the standard of no one else will cause those who are more concerned with titles than actually living this life to move along…right after they try and prove you wrong…of course…because that’s their number one goal anyway.
Love the simple life you live. No, no, better yet, just love this life. Whether it’s “simple”, “crunchy”, “minimalistic”, “homesteady”, or “preppy”. Love it. Because that’s all it is, folks…..life.
…. and I’ll be darned if someone is going to tell me I can’t live it the way I see fit for myself and my family. They didn’t allow it on “the ol’ homestead”, and goodness, I’m not allowing the entitlement of our society to tell me what the definition of my life is either.
Happy Homesteading, and happy living!!

By: Amy K. Fewell · In: homesteading, Simple Living · Tagged: America, farmer, history, homesteading, United States, what is a homesteader

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Since 2023, I have not been able to shake it. Aft Since 2023, I have not been able to shake it.

After dreams, after long conversations with the Lord, I keep coming back to the same word: something is coming, and God is calling His people to a modern-day Goshen.

Here is what stops me every time. When the plagues fell on Egypt—the hail, the darkness so thick you couldn’t see your own hand—there was one region that still had sunlight and bread on the table. Goshen. 

When God showed Pharaoh a famine was coming, He used Joseph to govern a nation and provide. Goshen was a place of refuge for his family.
 
Same nation, famine, plagues. Two completely different outcomes. The difference was simply that Goshen was where God’s people dwelt. Refuge is the whole point.

During the Exodus plagues, because they happened so suddenly, God providentially sheltered Goshen—the land where His people dwelt. 

But Goshen didn’t happen the same way during Joseph’s time. Years before the famine ever came, God warned Joseph, and Joseph stored up grain through seven years of plenty so his people would eat when the whole land went hungry. 

That is the pattern: provision prepared before the crisis, a people set apart, a storehouse standing ready when the world runs empty—spiritually and physically.

I believe God will once again build both times of Goshen.

So the question isn’t “will this happen again?” The question is, will you be ready? Why is the church not already prepared?

We have built beautiful buildings and polished productions. But when the shelves go bare, what is in the storehouse? 

Will we stand in the same line as everyone else? 

Not me. Not my family. Not the people who sit at my table.

This is Acts 4—land laid down, abundance shared, not one needy person among them. That church had become Goshen, and we can be that again. This isn’t archaic. It’s a blueprint for survival and provision.

The time to build is now. Not out of fear, but out of grace, mercy, and obedience.

Comment GOSHEN to read the entire new Substack…
I walked out one morning, years ago, and found my I walked out one morning, years ago, and found my flock had become mite magnets. Northern Fowl Mites, to be exact.

If you've never dealt with them, I’m so sorry. They feed on your birds' blood, dead skin, and feathers—most often carried in by wild birds passing overhead. And once they've moved in, the feed-store chemicals will burn your chickens' skin before they ever solve the problem.

So I did what our grandmothers would've done. I reached for what the Lord already set growing right on our own homestead.

Here's what actually cleared my flock—no chemicals:

🐓 Strip the coop bare. Pull ALL the bedding, burn it, don't compost it. Leave that floor bare for 2–3 weeks so the mites have nowhere left to hide.

🐓 Treat the coop. Eucalyptus, tea tree, lavender, peppermint, basil + cinnamon bark oils, sprayed top to bottom into every crack and crevice. Dust the roosts with wood ash or DE.

🐓 Dust your birds. Wood ash worked into the skin at the neck, vent, tail gland, and under the wings. I'll take wood ash over DE any day.

🐓 The garlic spray. A Clemson University study found topical garlic wiped out mite infestations in laying hens. My spray pairs it with those same oils and gets applied at night, after they've roosted—when the mites come out to feed.

And yes, your eggs are perfectly safe to eat the whole time. It's applied to skin and feathers, never fed.

God didn't hide your flock's healing behind a chemical label. He set it growing free—in the fields, in the ash of your wood stove, in a bulb of garlic on your counter. That's what stewardship looks like.

📖 The full step-by-step—recipe, treatment schedule, and timing—is on the blog. Comment MITES and I'll send it straight to your inbox.

I'm a homesteader and family herbalist, not your vet—always tend your flock at your own discretion.
🌾 THE MORNING AG BRIEF: What D.C. Did to Your Food 🌾 THE MORNING AG BRIEF: What D.C. Did to Your Food System This Week

Coming out of July 4th, USDA and Congress moved on beef processing, fertilizer, farm labor, and how the federal government defines "regenerative." Some of it matters. Some of it's being oversold.

This week's brief breaks down:

🥩 A new $500M fund for small/mid-size beef processors — packers excluded
🧪 A $500M fertilizer program that won't lower your feed store prices anytime soon
📋 A new USDA complaint portal for producers facing federal overreach
👷 The biggest farm-labor bill in 40 years (not law yet — but watch it)
🌱 The "regenerative ag" executive order everyone's celebrating — and why the word itself is the real story

Plain-language, honestly sourced, no hype either direction. Because staying informed is its own kind of self-reliance.

📖 Full brief on the substack—comment JULY and I’ll send it straight to you.

👇 What stood out to you this week?
If there's one herb worth learning this year, let If there's one herb worth learning this year, let it be yarrow.

It looks like a common weed along the tree line and field—but the Lord tucked an entire medicine chest inside this single flower.

Here's your basic rundown on yarrow (Achillea millefolium):

🌿 Stops bleeding + heals wounds—its most famous use, carried into battle since the days of “Achilles”
🌿 Reduces fever by helping the body sweat it out (diaphoretic)
🌿 Clears excess mucous at the onset of a cold or flu (anti-catarrhal)
🌿 Aids digestion—a bitter herb that stimulates stomach acid and saliva
🌿 Anti-inflammatory + anti-spasmodic for aches and cramping
🌿 A mild sedative that eases anxiety and supports sleep
🌿 Antimicrobial—studied against bacteria like E. coli
🌿 Traditionally used for pneumonia, rheumatic pain, and hemorrhage

⚠️ A few cautions: don't use yarrow until the end of pregnancy (it can cause uterine contractions), don't take it longer than 2 weeks at a time, and know it can lower blood pressure if you're already on medication for it.

"He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man." — Psalm 104:14

Herb for the service of man. He didn't hide our healing behind a prescription counter — He set it growing free in the fields, waiting for hands willing to learn.

That's what empowerment really is. Not fear. Just knowing what grows beneath your feet and how to steward it for the people you love.

On the blog I've written it all out — how to grow and harvest yarrow, every medicinal use, the full safety notes, and my simple tincture recipe so you can keep it on your shelf year-round.
Go learn your yarrow, friend. Then go teach it to your children.

🌿 For the full post + tincture recipe comment YARROW and I’ll send it to your inbox.

I'm a family herbalist, not your doctor—always use herbs at your own discretion.
We were endowed with inalienable rights by our Cre We were endowed with inalienable rights by our Creator. Yet it’s hard to fathom that we live in a country where you are considered a tenant, not an owner, of your property. If you don’t pay personal property taxes, your land will be taken from you. 

There are many reasons why it’s hard to look at America and wonder how we got to where we are today. How a nation that was once so free is now so arguably not. And yet, it is even harder to think that it is still more free than most other nations. 

On the 250th birthday of America, may we richly and deeply set with these things in our heart. Freedom must be fought for. It is not something you declare and then hope happens. It is a process of day in and day out, fighting for freedom. Our founding fathers knew this. 

Men didn’t just sign a document and suddenly they were free. In fact many of them (and their families) lived lives that were not peaceful. They were ridiculed and persecuted. 

Richard Stockton was captured by Loyalists in late 1776 and imprisoned in harsh conditions in New York. His estate, Morven, was looted and occupied. Francis Lewis had his Long Island home destroyed by the British, and his wife was taken prisoner and treated harshly. Abraham Clark had two sons captured and held on the notorious British prison ship HMS Jersey, where conditions were deadly. He reportedly refused to recant his signature even when it might have improved their treatment. John Witherspoon—the only clergyman signer—lost his son James, killed at the Battle of Germantown (1777). Rutledge, Heyward, and Middleton were captured when Charleston fell in 1780 and held as prisoners of war before being exchanged. John Hart had his farm raided and had to flee; his health was already failing and he died in 1779.

These men fought for freedom. They knew the price they had to pay. The question today—250 years later—is this….

How willing are you to fight for freedom? 

May God  direct this nation in the days ahead. May we never forget that it is only by His hand that we are free. And may we all understand that there is a much greater kingdom to be a part of, with a king that rules forever, and His name is Jesus.

God

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