Sure, it’s exciting to get out of the blue calls from media outlets but it’s a superficial sort of excitement. It passes very quickly.
The other day we got an unexpected phone call which has me/us all excited still three weeks later.
It went something like this……
The person on the other line: “Hello, I was told by (so and so) to call you, I am Vickie and I live with my three daughters on 90 acres in an Amish part of Tennessee, we have chickens, horses and live w/o electricity”
My ears automatically perked up Amish, horses and 90 bloomin’ acres!!!! Ok, I really needed to listen to this lady with a soft, yet bubbly, southern accent. I go all mushy over accents, especially southern ones…. drifting from the story here… sorry!
Vicki — “My girls and I we are a musical family and even put together a few how to videos called ‘Homestead Blessings.”
I about jumped out of my jammies. Could it be, was it possible? Was I actually talking to one of the West Ladies.
“Hey, I know you guys!” I blurted out, still not believing I was talking to THE mother of the West Girls.
Vicki, surprised that a city girl stuck in LA LA Land would even know where the heck Tennessee was, let alone who they were, said increduously, “You do?”
“Hey girls (she yells to her daughters) she knows who we are!”
I can hear the girls CeCe, Jasmine and Hannah in the background letting out “Whoops”
Vickie goes on to ask inquisitively, “How do you know about us?”
I answer “I know about you from Franklin Springs Media and LAF site.”
Vicki relates this news to her daughters and they once again let up even a bigger southern hollers but this time one of them is clutching a shotgun in her hand (I get this scene described to me from their mother who relates her daughters’ reaction for me)
I’m grinning from ear to ear, and right about then, I really wanted to jump through the receiver and be in the kitchen with these gals. Barefoot girls with shotguns, 90 acres — I was so wanting to be there.
Our conversation touched on many a things, like if they ever come to So Cal for gigs, New Zealand, herbs, making maple syrup and how there aren’t any farmers for her young daughters to marry.
Ah heck, I am thinking, if these lovely gals can’t find a kindred farmer in the wilds of Tennessee, then me and my sister are totally screwed. Especially being in LA where dirt, farms, barefeet, “man hands” and horses are rarer than hen’s teeth.
So, in the meantime, I will keep listening/watching their homegrown music video – dreaming of land, huge clotheslines, barefeet babies and green beans.