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Martha Stewart Meets Duck Dynasty

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 23:50:00 +0000

As most of you know, our family walks with our feet firmly planted in two worlds. One world is beautiful, refined and full of "Good Things". The other is, well, a little more unorthodox. As I attempted to explain the complexities of our lifestyle to a new acquaintance, I came to the conclusion that we are the epitome of "Martha Stewart Meets Duck Dynasty". How can that be, you ask? Let me show you some examples.....

1. Our Martha Stewart: A daily indulgence in 4 o'clock tea, freshly brewed, served in fine china, accessorized with french linens. It's a good thing.

2. Our Duck Dynasty: Spending the afternoon destroying a car in the backyard with every caliber weapon known to man. Happy, Happy, Happy.

3. Our Martha Stewart: Enjoying fresh, homemade fettuccine, with Alfredo sauce made with our own homemade Parmesan cheese and homemade french bread, fresh from the oven, along with a glass of homemade wine. It's a good thing.

4. Our Duck Dynasty: Returning the bowling ball that our neighbor (1/2 mile away) shot into our garden with his bowling ball cannon so that the kids can watch him shoot it again. Happy, Happy, Happy.

5. Our Martha Stewart: Making sure we keep up with our weekly silver polishing routine. It's a good thing.

6. Our Duck Dynasty: Quickly butchering 3 deer at once so we can get them off the kitchen table in order to set it for dinner. Happy, Happy, Happy.

7. Our Martha Stewart: Writing a chapter in my cookbook called "Appetizers, Beverages & Tea Time Indulgences". It's a good thing.

8. Our Duck Dynasty: Writing recipes in my cookbook for "Animal Rennet from a suckling ruminant animal - kid, calve, lamb" and "Witchety Grubs". Happy, Happy, Happy.

9. Our Martha Stewart: Bringing out Great Grandmothers "Breakfast China" every spring (I call it our "Summer China") and her "Luncheon China" every fall (I call it our "Winter China). It's a good thing.

10. Our Duck Dynasty: Requiring butchering, rendering, hunting, canning and stalking in our children's core curriculum. Happy, Happy, Happy.

This list could go on and on - this is just a sampling. As you can see, we love "Good Things" and we are Happy, Happy, Happy. Here's to the refined and rustic and all of you!

There but by the Grace of God

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 01:49:00 +0000

For years, I put off writing a blog. The only blogs I had ever read had been the ramblings of perfect people. They had made all of the right decisions, lived according to the highest standards and were reaping the immeasurable benefits of their perfectly conducted lives. They had perfect marriages, perfect children and perfect homes.

I found, skimming through blog after blog, that my imperfect life didn't measure up. I discovered that although I had made the best decisions I could, I had not been the wife I was supposed to be, we hadn't managed our finances the way we should have, or even built our shouse correctly.....the list of things that I/we had done wrong went on and on and on.

Depression set in. When I looked around I didn't see a whole world of perfect people, but I sure read about them online. And then I got to thinking. I would write a blog. I would write the truth about a family that wasn't perfect. About a family that was a work in progress. I would write about the difficulties of being a Godly wife, a good mother and a modern pioneer woman. I would offer real-life solutions to difficult, sometimes impossible, circumstances. I would tell people that even when life didn't go as planned there was always a way through the storm and onto solid ground. I would write a blog about the fact that good things were worth working for and that character really did matter.

Here's the deal. We are not perfect. We try - we fail - and we get back up again. If you want someone to walk through the muck of life with you - we are here. If you screw things up, welcome. If you don't have the finances to have the "perfect" life, you are in the right place. If your marriage isn't perfect and your children are works in progress, we are happy to share some of the things we have learned.

Our family is here by the grace of God. And we are here for all of you less than perfect people. We can't offer much, but we can offer encouragement, support and hope. We may be a little rough around the edges, but our foundation is firm and true. We have built our shouse on the Rock. There but by the grace of God....

I Don't Want Safety - I Want Freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 01:22:00 +0000

Our government is trying to pull a fast one. They are trying to convince us that their most pressing mandate is to provide the American citizens with the greatest measure of safety possible. Forget the freedoms mandated by our founding fathers and entrusted to us in the United States Constitution and the Bill of Rights - SAFETY is the guiding principle of our new Keepers. Our Keepers are not alone in their carefully conceived deception - they have entreated willing accomplices in the media and the marbled halls of academia to perpetuate the lie that safety can be bought for the piddling sum of freedom.

Safety and Freedom are incongruent concepts. Safety is an illusion, a passing ideal. It is the calling card of every power-hungry tyrant in the history of our world. It is the stock-in-trade of every tin-pot dictator. The promise of safety is the destroyer of freedom in every first-world nation on this earth. Safety is a deception sold to a gullible people. Freedom, on the other hand, was established in the hearts of men by their Creator. We crave it. We fight for it. We were born for it. True men understand the eternal value of freedom and will guard and protect it no matter the cost. They understand that safety cannot be bought, but found in the strong towers of God alone. They know that freedom is born in our very heart and cannot be traded for a mere illusion.

I don't want whatever safety our government thinks they can offer us - I want only the freedom that is our birthright.

They can takes our lives....but they can never take our FREEDOM!

If You Can't Say Anything Nice....

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 23:29:00 +0000

Don't say anything at all. I thought our mothers taught us these principles as children. Apparently I was wrong.

Recently, an anonymous commented has been lambasting me and our lifestyle, indicating that we were harming our children by living an unwise lifestyle. They attributed all of our perceived difficulties to poor decision making and self-inflicted hardships.

I am done accepting such ill-mannered critiques. I have patiently endured unkind remarks for years, knowing the commenter was angry or misunderstood my intent. No more. If you don't have anything nice to say - don't say anything at all!

I have often marveled at the drivel some people pass off as acceptable under the guise of "speaking the truth", when in fact they are being rude. I have decided that in the future, if an anonymous commenter says something I wouldn't allow my children or myself to say, I will no longer publish it on my blog. If you don't like what I have to say - please don't read what I write.

Enough said.

Pecan Power Bars

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Fri, 31 May 2013 21:52:00 +0000

I love making things that travel well so that they can hold up to Sir Knight's lunchbox. Many cookies crumble and other deserts are too messy to take on the road. While looking for something with a little punch (protein) to fill hungry tummies, I came across this power-packed treat. I think these bars are better the 2nd (and 3rd and 4th...) day because the flavors have had a change to mingle.

If you are planning a hiking trip or other strenuous outdoor pursuit, you might want to consider making a batch of these protein filled bars. You will not be disappointed.

Pecan Power Bars

Base
1/2 C butter, softened
1/2 C brown sugar, packed
1 egg yolk
1 1/2 C flour (white or whole wheat or oat)

Filling
1 C brown sugar, packed
1/2 C butter
1/4 C honey
1/2 C heavy cream (condensed milk, milk)
4 C pecans, chopped

Line a 13 x 9 baking pan with foil; butter the foil on the bottom and sides.

For the Base:
In a mixing bowl, cream the butter with brown sugar. Add egg yolk and mix well. Gradually add the flour. Press into your prepared pan and bake at 350° for 15 minutes or until golden brown.

For the Filling:
In a saucepan combine the brown sugar, butter and honey. Bring to a boil over medium heat; cook and stir for 3 minutes. Remove from the heat; stir in the cream and pecans. Pour over the baked crust. Bake for 30 minutes or until hot and bubbly. Cool completely.

Use the foil to lift the bars out of the pan and place them on a cutting board. Remove foil and cut into squares.

Stirring the butter and brown sugar

The egg yolk and flour have been added

The pre-baked crust

Now, for the topping....

The cream has been added and the pecans mixed in

The bars have been cooled and cut

Yum! These bars are solid - they hold their shape well

A Crown to Her Husband

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 29 May 2013 22:03:00 +0000

When I was growing up, it was expected that any women of worth would pursue an advanced education, secure a well-paying job and embark on her own personal journey of "having it all". She knew that her sense of worth came from accolades achieved in the business world rather than in the appreciation of "some man". She knew that the only path to personal fulfillment was to follow her dreams and succeed in her chosen profession. She knew, that unlike her unfortunate predecessors, she would never be dependent on a man to complete her life. She, I... knew everything.

When I was in my early 20's I experienced an unexpected renaissance. I began to question everything I had grown up believing. I stopped ignoring the gnawing ache that I experienced every time I dropped my daughter off at preschool. I began to allow myself to enjoy serving and caring for my husband. I began to crave the praises of my grateful family instead of the "atta girls" from my boss. I began to understand that the work and effort I put into my family had returns far greater than could ever be realized in a mere "paying" job.

Over the years, I have had the opportunity to know many different people, with many different backgrounds and many different talents. I have watched as families have flourished and as they have failed. I have seen wives build their homes up and tear their homes down. I have watched as some women gave everything to their families and other women gave everything to their job.

When I was in the working world, I put all of my strength, effort and talent into making money for the boss. When he told me to jump, I asked "how high?". If my husband and I had plans for the weekend and a last minute "emergency" project came in, my plans with my husband were inevitably scrapped. My job came first. My boss, not my husband, was on the receiving end of my best. In my quest for personal fulfillment, I exchanged the freedom of being a wife for slavery of being just an employee.

When women use their gifts and talents in their home, it is a thing of unsurpassed beauty. I love cooking, baking and making my house a home. I could go out into the world, start a business and be highly successful, however, that would be a waste of my talents. Think about it. If I ran a restaurant or a bakery or an interior design business, I could delight a few customers for a few years. If, instead, I bake for my family and create a cozy, inviting home for my husband and children, I will impact generations of people. By using the gifts that God has given me to serve the most important people in my life, I can direct the course of the future. Just try to get a paying job to do that!

The truth of the matter is that when you use your strengths in a job, no matter how good you are, you are still just an employee. Even if you own the business and you're the boss, your business is just a business. It is not eternal. But, your husband and your children are. They deserve the very best of you - not the leftovers.

When you are feeling overwhelmed, unappreciated and like you're wasting your life serving everyone but yourself, be of good courage. You are becoming a crown to your husband - an object of royal beauty. Your children will one day raise up and called you blessed - something your boss will never do. In truth, a paycheck is a poor substitute for the riches of true womanhood.

The "Normals" Guide to Shouse Living

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 29 May 2013 00:47:00 +0000

It has been brought to my attention that our lifestyle is rather shocking to a large portion of "normal", grid-dependant, house-living, regular folk. More than once, guests have mentioned that a passport should be required just to drive up our driveway. Having lived our rather unconventional lifestyle for so long, I often forget what a shock it can be for the uninitiated. In that vein, I have written The "Normals" Guide to Shouse Living, a primer designed to help "normals" navigate the lesser-known pitfalls of off-grid/shouse living.

1. Toilet Etiquette: The toilet is flushed, on a very precise schedule, which has nothing to do with bodily functions, and everything to do with the amount of water currently residing in the pressure tank. Always ask your host before you flush.

2. Bathroom Etiquette: When the bathroom is in use, the curtains are drawn. However, one must always announce oneself before entering the bathroom, just in case.

3. Hatchets, Axes & Splitting Malls: These tools, commonly relegated to outdoor use, are perfectly at home in the kitchen of an off-grid shouse. When the lady of the shouse shoulders an ax, it is most likely to cut small wood or kindling for the cookstove, thus ensuring a timely and well cooked dinner. Please, don't automatically assume that the ax-wielding lady of the house intends you any ill-will. She will most likely continue a lively conversation while splitting firewood on the kitchen floor.

4. Shoe & Boot Etiquette: A shouse is meant to be lived in, therefore, removing ones shoes or boots at the door is not required. To be perfectly honest, removing ones footwear could be a monumental mistake, as a shouse floor, regardless of the season, is not known for its cleanliness. The lack of baseboards and walls, in combination with an 8' x 16' door opening and an outdoor lifestyle, contribute to the layers upon layers of built up grime and dirt.

5. Heating, Ventilation & Air Conditioning: In a shouse, the heating system consists solely of a wood cookstove. If the air has a chill to it, simply add a log to the fire. Remember, although the cookstove is wonderful to nestle up to on a cold winters night, it does contain real fire and will, therefore, not hesitate to burn you. Ventilation and Air Conditioning are very closely related. They both consist of opening windows or doors, depending on the situation. In extreme conditions, it may be advisable to open windows and doors, including the roll-up garage door. During the height of summer, when nighttime temperatures are uncomfortably warm, all doors and windows are opened during the cool of the evening (and even overnight) and closed during the heat of the day, rendering the shouse moderately comfortable.

6. Laundry: Laundry is washed on sunny days only (to ensure full utilization of the solar system). During warm, seasonable weather, the clean laundry is hung to dry on the clothes line in the front yard. Although your skivvies are on display for the world to see, they return to your drawer unquestionably soft and sweet smelling. During the colder winter months, the laundry is hung on the clothes horse in the kitchen. It is essential that no strong smelling foods (such as onions) are cooked on the wood cookstove while the clothes are drying on the horse, or your clothes will retain a pungent, unpleasant scent until they are again laundered.

7. Spring/Mud Season Etiquette: During the long mud season (known in some locales as spring), make sure to wear only Wellington style boots. Before entering the shouse, vigorously wipe your boots in clean patches of snow or swish them in puddles of water to remove as much dirt and mud as possible. And for heaven's sake, don't take your boots off at the door! The floors can be easily cleaned, however, your socks are another matter altogether.

8. Bathroom Etiquette Revisited: Although in a "normal" home, the bathroom is reserved solely for the purposes of personal hygiene and other, shall we say, more personal matters, the shouse bathroom serves multiple purposes. Not only does a shouse bathroom house a bathtub and a toilet, it also contains lead acid forklift batteries, power inverters and charge controllers. It is of utmost importance, when using the facilities in a shouse, that you maintain a calm and unflappable demeanor at all times. Although rather unsettling at first, the sudden whirring of the charge controller or the cooling fan of the inverters is perfectly normal. Dropping trow and running, screaming from the bathroom is truly frowned upon.

9. Insects: Because shouse living is a very earthy, back-to-the-land experience, you can expect a great variety of insects to share your living quarters. Spiders are regarded as friendly helpers, as they greatly reduce the fly population and mosquito hawks are welcomed. In an effort to reduce the ill-effects of the most bothersome pests, fly strips are hung at regular intervals (especially in the kitchen) and mosquito nets shroud every bed. Remember, the nets are not just romantic, decorative additions, but necessary requirements.

10. Pest Control: When living in a shouse, you will be host to many little prairie creatures. Do your best not to make them welcome. Keeping a simple trap line (fueled with peanut butter), seems to be the most effective method of rodent control. When visiting a shouse, it is not the least bit unusual to see a snippet of a rodent body peaking out from under one piece of furniture or another. Don't panic. The shouse owner will soon discard the body and re-energize the trap.

As you can see, there are many matters of etiquette that need to be attended while living in or visiting a shouse. If you find yourself welcomed into a shouse or an off-grid home, you may want to consult this simple primer. Remember, although no passports are required to visit a shouse, they are highly recommended.

Infidel Body Armor 2.0

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Mon, 27 May 2013 22:22:00 +0000

A while back, Sir Knight and I field tested AR500 Body Armor by Infidel Body Armor. We had heard a lot of hype about this armor and wanted to put it to the test. We started with smaller caliber weapons and slowly made our way up the food chain. We found the Infidel motto "Just Won't Quit" to be supremely accurate when dealing with the calibers this armor was rated for, but, we couldn't help ourselves - we wanted to test its limits and punch a few holes in the stuff! Lets face it, you don't really go to a hockey game to see guys in helmets push pucks around the ice, you go to see blood. We wanted to make this armor bleed...

As promised, in addition to hitting the armor with 9mm, .45 acp., M855, 7.62x51 and 12 gauge rifled slugs, we brought out the big boys. If you'll remember, none of the firepower we hit the AR500 with in our first round penetrated the plate. Even the .223 penetrators (M855) came up short. Our next course of action was to shoot the armor with rounds that exceeded the rated limitations of this armor (Threat III), just to see how it performed.

First out, an oldie but a goldie, a bolt action 30.06. We used surplus 30.06 ap (armor piercing). This stuff has a tungsten steel core that is a little smaller than a .22 caliber projectile on the inside. Again, to get the full effect, we were shooting from approximately 50 yards. We wanted to hit the plate hard. Much to our surprise, the 30.06 ap defeated the plate handily. The projectile passed right through the coating and the plate and out the back side - not deterred in the least. We really thought the 30.06 ap would have at least been slowed down by the Infidel armor, but we were mightily mistaken.

Despite no black tip - the ammunition is steel cored - the
projectile is touching a magnet

First downrange - 30.06 ap

Zipped right through

Pieces of the jacket caught in the outer coating

Having blown a hole in it already, we thought there could be no harm in further blowing the armor to smithereens. We brought out the AR50. For those of you who don't know, the AR50 is a single shot, bolt action upper in 50BMG (browning machine gun) that attaches to a standard AR15 lower. Again, for those of you who don't know, 50BMG is a WWII anti-aircraft round. It is huge! The projectiles we were using were called API, which means Armor Piercing Incendiary. Not only did the 50BMG zip through the plate, it left a crater in our shooting backstop almost a foot deep. It also completely separated the coating from the front of the steel plate. Amazingly, the back coating stayed in tact. I have to admit, it was fun shooting the 50BMG - not only does it pack a punch, but with the incendiary rounds, it had a really bright flash when it hit the plate. Very cool!

Do you see how big the 50BMG round is when standing next to 30.06?

Adjusting the windage on the .50

The 50BMG crater

The plate had its coating blown off by the 50BMG

That's a really big hole!

All in all, the AR500 Infidel Body Armor measures up. This is the armor to have. It handily defeats every common round that is likely to be encountered anywhere on this continent. It can take numerous (probably hundreds) of rounds and still retain its integrity, making it the survivalist/prepper's friend.

Although we did end up defeating this armor, it surpassed all of our expectations. Infidel makes a great product, offered at a great price. Their customer service is exceptional. While I hope never to NEED body armor, I love the peace of mind of having Infidel Body Armor in my armory.

Related Links:

http://www.paratusfamiliablog.com/2013/04/infidel-body-armor-survive-engagement.html

http://www.paratusfamiliablog.com/2013/03/10-things-to-do-until-revolution.html

http://www.infidelbodyarmor.com/

The Innocence of Ignorance

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 22 May 2013 01:05:00 +0000

Do you remember being a child and longing for the day when you would "be big"? When you were 5, you couldn't wait to be ten. When you were ten, you couldn't wait to be thirteen. You just knew that the world would be perfect when you were all grown up. And then, you grew up. What had looked so enticing when you were young - freedom, autonomy, choice - came with a huge price. Adulthood, that picture perfect dream, had strings attached - strings called responsibility, self-denial and obligation. Now, having reached adulthood, you see clearly into the ignorant desires of childhood. You realize that your innocence painted a rose colored picture of reality.

Sometimes, when I see the world spiraling out of control around me, I wish I could return to a childlike innocence born of ignorance. I wish I could ignore the moral decay, the increasing dysfunction and the calculated destruction of our civilization. I wish, when yet another headline shouts of political treachery, I could plug my ears and hum, pretending that all is right in the world. I wish, when the gas prices skyrocket and the dollar tumbles, I could believe that it was just another matter of market adjustment and it will right itself soon enough. I wish, that when the government tells me that I don't have to worry about a thing - they will take care of everything, I could believe them. I wish I could trust what the media tells me - that they take their job as the watchdog of the government seriously. But I don't. And I can't. My rose colored glasses of ignorance were smashed years ago and have proven irreparable.

Although innocence is beautiful, it is tender, fragile and, when born of ignorance, dangerous. Ignorance breeds apathy and slothfulness. It assumes much and expects little of itself. It appeals to the masses and leaves destruction in its wake.

Wake up! We are no longer 5 years old, waiting to be ten. We MUST see the world through the eyes of truth rather than ignorance. This is our time. Take off your glasses and see. The prudent man sees danger and takes refuge - but the simple keep going and suffer for it. Proverbs 22:3.

Shooting Essentials

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 15 May 2013 00:51:00 +0000

WARNING: This video contains some coarse content.

For all you folks that have been trained in traditional firearm handling methods there are some new, essential techniques you need to know. Although many of you may never be in a situation where these techniques are necessary, it is better to know them and not need them than to need them and not know them.

I present to you......Gangster shooting essentials!

Spring Awakening

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Mon, 13 May 2013 18:20:00 +0000

I love the renewing life spring breathes into Little Shouse on the Prairie. After a long winter slumber, we throw the doors open wide and welcome the rejuvenating spring air.

See the hive box we used as a coffee table?

A number of years ago, Sir Knight added a little "sun room" onto the front our our shop. Every year since then, I have dressed the sun room to encourage the very best of outdoor living.

The kids love to sleep here on hot summer nights!

Oh, the feeling of sheer luxury we enjoy when we take our tea in the cool spring breeze of the sun room!

And from the outside....

Thanks for coming for a visit!

Young Men & Gray Heads

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 08 May 2013 21:22:00 +0000

We live in a area surrounded (albeit sparsely) by neighbors. Many are elderly, without family close-by and often in need of a bit of help. One dear little old lady is a phenomenal gardener with a weathered face and leather tough hands. As active and strong as she is, she is frustratingly incapable of doing simple things like tuning up her lawn mower every spring or repairing her rototiller. Unloading a pickup full of saw chips, which in her younger years would have only constituted a couple of hours work is now an insurmountable task. Our neighbor, whose knowledge in all things growing is unparalleled, has lived to see her body betray her while her mind remains yet keen. She is at a point in her life when the wisdom of her years yearns to be complimented with the strength of youth.

Our children are young. They are strong and capable. Their strength and energy require an outlet. We could direct them to a video game or an amusement park. We could encourage them to spend their youth pursuing self-fulfillment and taking every advantage of their "carefree" years. We think there is a better way.

Children and young adults have so much to learn about life. They haven't lived long enough to have gained wisdom and insight - they need older, wiser people for that. They long to be useful - to be competent and needed. And they don't get that from video games, television or amusement parks. They don't learn to be self-sacrificing, productive members of society by ordering their lives to serve themselves.

As the weather turns warm, our phone rings off the hook. "May I speak to Master Hand Grenade?", "Is Miss Serenity available?", "I have a job that I think Princess Dragon Snack would be perfect for...". - our neighbors, calling on the strength of our children. It is the best of both worlds, our children lend their youth and strength to our neighbors in exchange for a little bit of their wisdom. It is the perfect symbiotic relationship - the old and the young, working shoulder to shoulder, head to head.

"Mrs. Brown" (our dear little old lady neighbor) has been mowing her lawn, thanks to Master Hand Grenade's thorough mechanic work, and the carburetor will soon be replaced on her rototiller, allowing her to begin spring garden work. The saw chips have been carefully spread throughout her garden beds (thank you Miss Serenity) and her raspberry patch has been well-weeded.

It is not only "Mrs. Brown" who reaps the benefit of working with our children - it is our children who reap the benefit of working with "Mrs. Brown". Miss Serenity has had the opportunity to learn about gardening from one of the best gardeners in our area. Master Hand Grenade has learned much about small engine mechanics as he has striven to keep "Mrs. Brown's" equipment in good running order. They have learned that serving others is always more satisfying than serving themselves. They have acquired skills and discipline that will serve them throughout their entire lives.

Youth is not a time to obsessively cater to self-gratification. Youth is the time to lay the foundation for life. And the foundation that is built in youth is the foundation that forms our families and our nation. Build well.

Godspeed, Uncle Jack

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Thu, 02 May 2013 22:34:00 +0000

Uncle Jack looking at Dad askance

Last week, my wonderful uncle won his battle against cancer. He was gently led by his Father into eternity. Today, his wife, mother, sons and grandsons lay him to rest surrounded by a family large and friends innumerable. My dear uncle has been gathered unto his people.

Death, as with birth, gives us pause for thought. It makes us consider our fragile humanity and contemplate life eternal. It also causes us to take stock of our most valuable possessions - our family. Death gives life to the verse "For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also", Matthew 6:21. For our family, this year has seen many treasures stored in heaven.

Much more than wealth or possessions, these are our treasures.....

My grandparents and parents teaching my children to do-si-do

What generation gap?

Grandma adoring grandpa

Maid Elizabeth & Master Calvin

My children, husband and father - all playing in the woods together!

Miss Serenity

Master Calvin and his trusty side-kick

Our very own Princess Dragon Snack

My beautiful mother and my lovely children

These are my eternal treasures!

A Nation Undone

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 22:56:00 +0000

We are a nation seeking liberty. But not the liberty that you would think. Although we will tell you that we are freedom loving, ruggedly independent, hard working, pull-yourself-up-by-the-bootstraps kind of folks, nothing could be further from the truth. We are a nation of mere peasants, offering obeisance to the king in exchange for scraps from his table.

Oh, we seek liberty, but not the liberty to be free from the constraints of tyranny. We seek the liberty to collect regular welfare payments, state provided health care and housing assistance. We scream foul about not being part of the "1%" while refusing to rouse ourselves from in front of the television long enough to hold down a job. We bellyache and complain about government spending and frivolous excess, while we mortgage our souls for new cars and designer handbags.

It is easy to look at our leaders and blame the mess that is our nation on them. But they are nothing more than a microcosm of "we the people". We are an undisciplined, self-indulgent generation who demands to have it's cake and eat it, too. We hold our government to a standard that we do not expect of ourselves.

This cannot be. The only way to right a nation is to right its people. The responsibility for this nation is yours. And it's mine. If we intend to become slaves, we are well on our way. When we give up the liberty of maintaining our own employment or paying our own debt and instead rely on the "king" to provide for us, we have moved from the realm of freeman to the realm of slave. When we accept "benefits" and "assistance" from the state, we give the state authority over our person. And that authority comes with too high a price.

We ought to be a nation seeking liberty. But we need to be seeking the liberty to make our own way, make our own mistakes and work through our own consequences. If we expect our leaders to guide this country with wisdom and discipline then we need to live our lives with wisdom and discipline. And then, perhaps, we can begin to heal a Nation Undone.

For Sale: Thriving Home Business

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Mon, 22 Apr 2013 23:20:00 +0000

SOLD - PENDING FUNDS

A number of months back I mentioned scaling back on the blog - or even discontinuing it altogether. After a lot of consideration, Sir Knight and I have come to the conclusion that something has to give, but it won't be the blog (or the book), but the business - Naturally Cozy.

I began Naturally Cozy (reusable feminine hygiene and incontinence products) 4 years ago with a sewing machine and a dream. Little by little, the orders came in, 1 or 2 at a time, and then by the handful. Soon, my inbox was overflowing with orders and I have seen my little business blossom into a thriving home business, keeping myself and many others busier than we could have ever imagined.

As the years have sped by, we have gotten progressively busier. Due to the increase in business over the past couple of years, my other duties have began to suffer. I'm not doing any of my jobs as well as I would like. I have re-evaluated my priorities and have come to realize that my job as wife and mother comes before any other.

And so, we are selling Naturally Cozy. If you are interested in moving to the hinterboonies and need a thriving, mail-order, preparedness oriented home-based business, I encourage you to email me for details on Naturally Cozy. I will be selling the business name, along with the URL, patterns, existing stock, an established customer base, (almost) free advertising on the unparalleled SurvivalBlog and 1 year of free advertising on Paratus Familia Blog. For more details and information, please email me at naturallycozy@rezmail.com.

Naturally Cozy is ready to be expanded. Maybe you are just the person to do it.

Training with the Ghost

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 17:30:00 +0000

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As I have mentioned before, it seems to me that there are two very distinct type of "Preppers" - those who want to buy all of the cool gear and talk about prepping, and those who want to get their hands dirty and REALLY prepare. Sir Knight and I want to stand firmly in the latter classification. And so, in that vein, numerous members of our little clan spent the weekend training with John Mosby, "The Ghost", AKA xxxxx xxxxxxxx.

John Mosby has what he calls a "Combat Rifle". This was a three day event, held in xxxxxxxxx, Idaho, commonly known as xxxx xxxxxxxx, which included everything from dry fire drills and trigger controls to a live fire exercise in the dark. We mentioned this class in "10 Things to do Until the Revolution", and we knew we had to give it a try.

Acquiring a target while moving forward

First of all, let me say - this is like no class you have probably every attended. Despite being hard work (12 hours days in biting wind and cold, and even snow) it was a tremendous experience. If you are an expert at the "Fighting Carbine", I almost guarantee you will learn something new in this class. If you are a beginner, this will be more than instructive - it will be critical. I believe, especially for the beginner, this course could very well safe your life and those of the people you love.

Runnin' and Gunnin'

About the instructor: This is a link to his website - Mountain Guerrilla. When you read his blog, you'll find that his language may not seem family friendly, however, when we took the course, there were several young "juniors" attending and no foul language. Believe it or not, this is a family affair. If your whole family has the notion, you can bring your wife and your children (of appropriate age). John is very patient with children (the only shouting is over the sound of the shooting and he doesn't do the whole "drill instructor" thing) and the other students are so pleased to have youth in their midst that they go out of their way to be kind and helpful. Juniors come out of this class competent and confident in their handling of firearms. Any exotic weapons brought to the class will be demonstrated and any interested parties will be allowed to examine the weapons and possibly fire them.

This isn't Hollywood - you actually have to reload (on the fly)

A father encouraging his son

Suggested gear and equipment is listed on his blog as follows:

Combat Rifle: A three-day class designed to teach you the reality of fighting with the modern fighting rifle or carbine, at realistic combat ranges from 0-300+ meters, under combative conditions. You will learn to run your gun with or without optics, how to perform common combat weaponcraft tasks under stress, and how to keep your gun running in field environments. This will also cover the effective set-up of an effective and efficient fighting weapon.

Equipment requirements include:

Students provide their own ammo: 500-1000 rounds of rifle ammunition (more is recommended) Editor's Note: Due to the price of ammunition, John has adjusted the round count on this training to 400 rounds per student.

Hardware – A functional and practical carbine or battle rifle chambered in a fighting caliber, with a mounted white light. If available, a spare weapon system is also an excellent idea. A cleaning kit and tools that are compatible with the weapon system(s) in question is also a must. Each student should have a minimum of 5 working magazines.

Note pad, and pen/pencil
Clothing suited to strenuous activity as well as being seasonally appropriate
Rain gear / cold weather gear (seasonal)
Ear pro (electronic preferred) / Eye pro
Baseball style hat recommended
Proper belt to support equipment
Carbine magazine pouches, Battle belt, or Chest rig
Tools that work on your weapon
Weapons lube
hydration
Knee and elbow pads (optional)
Gloves (optional)
An open mind

A few notes on the gear list - gloves and knee pads are not optional! You may also find that the gear you planned on using is wholly inadequate or does not fit properly or does not allow proper movement. Prepare to rethink your gear in the middle of this class! Another thing that is not optional is the open mind. You must be willing to learn new methods and procedures. If you have been to Appleseed or other traditional firearms courses that use "Camp Perry" style shooting, you are going to be shocked and amazed at your ability to acquire targets with the speed and accuracy learned through this course.

Transitioning to secondary weapon - pistol

xxxxxxx, where this class is facilitated, is primitive. Bring toilet paper and your own e-tool. Plan on bringing weather appropriate clothing and shelter and adequate food stuffs to last your three day excursion. Facilities are rough but well worth the privation.

And then again, you may say, "We don't want to travel to xxxxxxx, Idaho". Not to worry, John Mosby will come to you. If you have a group or even a large family that would like to take this excellent rifle course, he will travel to you (for a fee, of course). You will need to contact him directly for pricing and scheduling availability, although, I must admit, I found his prices to be more than fair.

I can't express how much we enjoyed this course. While the course itself was outstanding, the new skills are perishable. Use them! John will teach you what you need to know, but it is up to you to develop your skill. Many of the drills can be conducted under dry-fire conditions, which should be used to improve trigger control. One more important note - this class is about fundamentals of shooting. Seal Team Six will not be calling you to sit in on one of their missions after three days at this class. But, this course should not be missed if it can be helped.

As of Tuesday, I am still a little sore! To quote John Mosby "Get that gun back in the fight!".

Hmmm.....

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 00:20:00 +0000

Poster courtesy of Facebook

Prepared to Fail

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 23:13:00 +0000

Living an off-grid life makes us highly connected to our electrical power. While the majority of Americans have little understanding of what it takes to deliver electricity to their light switches and outlets, we get our hands dirty with the process every day. Literally.

One of the benefits of living off-grid is never taking electricity for granted. Our electrical power system was built one step at a time. At first, we had no power of any kind. We learned to love the silence, to rise with the sun and to sleep with the night. With no electricity to complicate the perfect rhythm of nature, we embraced life's simplicity and wholesomeness. Ours was a life in perfect tune with creation.

But, life is never static. We longed for what most people take for granted. Running water, flushing toilets and electric lighting. Although our life was simple, it was hard. Hauling water, lighting lamps and heating water on the cookstove takes time and energy. Washing clothes by hand may be somewhat therapeutic, but it is a whole, heck of a lot of work!

And so, Sir Knight began plotting our course out of the 19th Century into the 21st. He began by wiring our "shouse" for electricity. Once the wiring was done, my husband started our generator, flipped the breaker, and brought light to our previously dark existence. Oh the joys and wonder of electricity! While the generator ran, I was able to enjoy an almost normal lifestyle. I washed laundry in our washing machine, filled the tub to bathe little people filled our pressure tank with water. I flushed the toilet, listened to music and danced and sang my way through my housework. However, after hours of listening to the hum of the generator, it was sweet relief to shut it down.

No longer satisfied with electricity only when the generator ran, we knew we needed batteries to furnish our electrical needs when the generator was off. Batteries added a whole new dimension to our off-grid life. More than just a matter of securing batteries, we needed inverters, cables, charge controllers and a battery charger. Buying a used inverter/charger off Craigslist, Sir Knight bought cable and spent a weekend bringing us ever closer to independence.

Of course, once we had batteries, we were convinced that we needed another method of charging. While our generator had it's place, we wanted a less expensive, more independent method of charging our battery bank. A wind turbine was our first "alternative energy" investment. Although not thrilled with it's output, the wind turbine sold us on the economic benefits of alternative energy. Soon, we were constructing a large solar array in our front yard. With the addition of solar panels, we had to buy a larger charge controller, larger breakers, a huge DC disconnect and yet more cables.

With our fully integrated off-grid system, it sounds like we have it made - right? Well, the truth of the matter is that, like any electrical system, our alternative energy system is fragile. If any component in our system fails, the whole system goes down. We are always on "Red Alert" when it comes to electrical power. If the generator dies and it is the dead of winter, we are done. If a cell goes bad in our battery bank, we are done. If an inverter dies, we are done. If our charge controller goes out, we are done. And it is never a matter of "if" a component goes out, it is a matter of "when". No alternative energy system is fool-proof. Every component is capable of failure. And they will always fail at the worst possible time.

These failures have been good for us. We have had generators (to numerous to count) fail. Even our backup has failed! We have had batteries die, inverters give up the ghost and charge controllers fail right out of the box. Basically, every aspect of our alternative energy system has, at one point or another, failed. Why has this been good? Because we have learned how to make do, how to take nothing for granted, how to always have another way to do just about everything. We have never had the opportunity to get lax in our preparedness efforts. While for most people, an off-grid scenario is something they plan and prepare for, we live it every day.

One of the most valuable lessons we have learned while living off-grid is how to respond to "emergencies" quickly and efficiently. We have learned to trouble-shoot, make do and find another way. These are skills that our children will take with them throughout life, regardless of their circumstances.

Living off-grid has taught us that there will be failures, there will be challenges and there will be hardships. But, we are connected to life in a way that few will ever know. Our failures, challenges and hardships have been good for us. They have strengthen our faith, honed our intellect and prepared us for the bumpy road of life.

Our off-grid life has taught us that part of being prepared is being prepared to fail - and that's O.K!

The Great Division

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 19:17:00 +0000

Our nation is rent in two and the ever-widening chasm threatens to destroy our carefully preserved inheritance of liberty. Our countrymen, answering the call of their souls, have divided themselves into two distinct encampments, readying for battle. As they prepared for the coming onslaught, both camps worship at the feet of their god - one serving the god of State, the other, the God of the Bible.

The war cries grow louder, the rattle of sabers more intense. True believers, both of the State and of the Living God, gird their loins and prepare their minds and bodies for the battle that is at hand. In these first few skirmishes some will fall away. Having neither the stomach nor conviction to stand their ground, they become one among the masses relegated to weeping and gnashing their teeth.

The State is strong, its victory is sure - but only for a time. Our enemy is not the State, but the enemy of men's souls. Be strong and courageous - fear not, for God is with thee.

No longer are we fighting to preserve our nation or our heritage - we are fighting for the souls of men. Our conviction comes not from a loyalty to a political party or an ideal, but from a heart reborn, filled with the spirit of God himself. This is a battle we were born for - created for. Do not lose heart.

Fear not, for I am with you;

Be not dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you,

Yes, I will help you,

I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.

Isaiah 41:10

The Versatile Wheat Berry

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 00:30:00 +0000

Friday is baking day here Providence Farms. Weekends often find us very busy, leaving little time for kitchen pursuits, however, I like to have a full pantry, just in case we have unexpected guests - not to mention my children complain mightily if they happen to find the cupboard bare!

Yesterday found me in the kitchen up to my elbows in wheat berries. I like to have treats to put out with tea, or for my family to nibble on when they are feeling peckish, but I'd rather have them eat something with a little substance than filling up on junk food. With that in mind, I have made it my business to find recipes that not only use whole grains, but actually taste good. Now, I'm not bashing anyone's efforts at whole wheat baking, I'm just saying that sometimes the end result is more akin to sawdust than it is to a heavenly confection.

Over the years, I have tried whole wheat based recipes too numerous to mention. Although the flavor is often acceptable, the consistency is usually less than desirable. There is no mistaking the end product for "healthy". Inevitably, my family will flatter me with kind words, take a few bites and leave the rest of my efforts to mold in the cupboard. But, not one to quit, I just keep plying my long-suffering kinsmen with one failed experiment after another.

Knowing that there may come a time when we no longer have access to cheap white flour and become completely dependent upon our wheat supply, I felt compelled to have at least a handful of really good, dependable whole wheat recipes on hand. Lifestyle adjustments will be challenging enough without adding inedible food to the list of hardships!

One of my favorite whole wheat recipes comes in the form of Applesauce Cake. I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with Applesauce Cake, but it is an old-time favorite. My Great-Grandmother used to make it in her pioneer kitchen (she died at the ripe old age of 103!) and it has long been my Dad's favorite. It is an excellent "prepper" recipe because the fresh ingredients can easily be altered using stored foods. The flavors combine better after sitting a day or two and because the applesauce is a featured ingredient, the cake stays moist for at least a week. To tell you the truth, I can't tell this cake is comprised completely of whole wheat flour. The crumb is moist and tender, not the least bit grainy or course. I ground Hard White wheat for this recipe. If you are using Hard Red, the result will be more nutty and "wheaty". This recipe would also be a good place to use soft wheat, as it doesn't require a lot of gluten (which yeast based recipes need). Give it a try - I think you will be pleasantly surprised.

Whole Wheat Applesauce Cake
1 C brown sugar
1/2 C shortening (or butter or home rendered lard)
2 eggs (or 2 T egg powder & 6 T water)
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. cloves
1 3/4 C. whole wheat flour (freshly ground)
1 C unsweetened applesauce (home canned, of course)
1/2 C raisins (optional)
1/2 C walnuts, chopped (optional)

Preheat your oven to 350°

In a large mixing bowl, cream the sugar and shortening. Add eggs and beat well. Add applesauce and mix. Add the flour, baking soda, salt, baking powder, cinnamon and cloves. Mix just until moistened. Add raisin and walnuts and mix until combined - don't overdo it.

Pour batter into a greased and floured 5x9" loaf pan and bake for about an hour or until a wooden skewer, inserted into the center of the loaf comes out clean.

Cool for 10 minutes in pan, then turn out onto a cooling rack to finish cooling. Wrap tightly to store.

Freshly ground Hard White flour

Mixing the cake ingredients

Prepared loaf pan

Ready for the oven

Tests done!

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Another recipe that I have found works extraordinarily well with whole wheat flour is Survival Bars. Using whole wheat flour instead of white flour makes these cookies a veritable nutritional powerhouse! As I have mentioned before they are the perfect "survival" cookie. You could live for days on these breakfast-like bars. Filled with whole wheat, rolled oats and homemade jam, they will see you through even the longest, most taxing of days. When I use whole wheat in these cookies, I don't notice the slightest difference in texture or taste. The whole wheat does make them more filling (you certainly can't sit down and eat a handful of these beauties!), but other than that, you will have no way of knowing they are actually good for you.

Awaiting the top layer

And what is whole wheat without mentioning Simply Perfect Whole Wheat Bread? Every time I make this bread I am astounded at it's tight crumb and moist texture. It is simply perfect!

Simply Perfect Whole Bread

Freshly ground wheat berries aren't just for bread anymore. With a little experimentation and practice, you can use whole wheat for everything, and enjoy it too.

In the humble, versatile wheat berry, God did indeed provide us with the staff of life.

Infidel Body Armor - Survive the Engagement

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 17:30:00 +0000

In 10 Things to do Until the Revolution, I encouraged you to check out the new AR500 body armor and even consider adding it to your preparedness arsenal. Having never seen the armor up close and personal, Sir Knight and I were relying on the reviews we had read and videos we had seen, to determine whether the AR500 body armor was all that it was cracked up to be. Well, recently, Infidel Body Armor sent us a plate to test for ourselves. Wow! You can only imagine how much fun we had sending hundreds of rounds down-range, putting Infidel Body Armor through its paces!

This is the first in a number of articles we will post about our AR500 body armor experiments. We thought we would start with the smaller calibers - the ammunition we would be most likely to encounter, and work our way up to the big boys - .308 AP, 30-06 AP and even ..... something bigger!

Wanting to get a really accurate idea of how Infidel Body Armor would perform in the field, Sir Knight framed it in 2x4's and stapled cardboard around the 2x4's. The idea was to be able to shoot the armor center-of-mass and have the cardboard absorb any potential "spall" (spall is essentially ricochet - the bullets coming apart and the fragments exploding).

Framing the plate

Frame complete

Adding cardboard to recover evidence of spalling

We originally learned of the existence of Infidel Body Armor from SurvivalBlogs product reviewer Pat Cascio. He had a great, comprehensive review, which you can read in entirety here. After reading his review, we determined that the AR500 body armor had numerous advantages for the prepper, specifically, that it was capable of taking literally hundreds of hits without failing. In a TEOTWAWKI scenario or even a short period of civil unrest, that fact alone puts the AR500 body armor heads above the standard military issue ceramic plates (which are rated to take 3 hits only and must be replaced if dropped).

So, back to the fun part - field testing! Sir Knight and Master Hand Grenade got the shooting range ready. We set the shooting bench up at 50 yards, hauled out an AR-15 (5.56/.223 AP), a 12 gauge shotgun (with 1oz. slugs), an AR-10 (7.62x51/.308 win) and a 1911 (.45 acp).

AR-15, 12 gauge shotgun, AR-10, 1911

Looking downrange

We started with the AR-15, using M855 .62 gr. ammunition with a steel penetrator (technically, this is not armor piercing, however the steel penetrator is a formidable projectile). Shooting off the bench, Sir Knight put 5 rounds in the center of the plate. Once the range was cold, we headed up to the target to inspect the plate. The first thing we noticed was that the coating on the outside of the plates had completely absorbed all evidence of spall. There was absolutely no impacts on the cardboard surrounding the plate. The small black debris we found on the cardboard was little pieces of the coating - there was no metal at all. At the point of impact, the M855 ammunition caused two large splits in the coating, however, we could find no deformation at all when inspecting the back of the plate. It looked like brand new. The plate survived the engagement.

AR-15

M855 .62 gr. ammunition

Sir Knight with the armor in his sights

Splits in the coating after being hit with steel penetrator

Tiny bits of the coating from the plate

A better look at the damage

Next up was the battle rifle - the AR-10, chambered in 7.62x51 (we were shooting standard military hardball - 147 gr. FMJ). With Miss Serenity behind the scope, 5 rounds found their way downrange. They hit center-of-mass. Interestingly, the damage to the outer coating, with the larger and heavier .308, was extraordinarily minimal. The dimples no larger than a pencil point, however, the spall did cause the coating to separate from the plate, and on careful inspection, we could feel small indents in the steel plate itself. When turning the plate over for further inspection, it still showed no sign of impact whatsoever. And still, our cardboard (what was left of it) showed no sign of spall. The impact of the .308 (after 10 rounds) did break the 2x4's and send the plate flying to the ground. The plate survived the engagement.

AR-10

7.62x51 (or .308)

Taking aim

The plate is on the ground, but undamaged

The coating split

Tiny dimple where the projectile made impact

After having our fun with the AR's, we moved on to the .12 gauge - loaded for bear. Shooting from approximately 20 feet, and using 1 oz. lead slugs, Sir Knight blasted the armor at close range. The slugs shook the target, flinging what was left of the cardboard into the field as the sound rang through the valley. I'll tell you what - that left a mark! But really, the impact left two neat, round circles in the coating of the armor, but that was it. After inspecting the plate, we found a dent in the steel, however it wasn't enough to damage the coating at the back of the plate. The back still looked like new. Again - the plate survived the engagement.

12 gauge shotgun

1 oz. slug

From about 20 feet

The slug holes are obvious but only penetrate the coating, not the plate itself

And the back of the plate (this would be next to you)

An interesting note on spall. We made no attempt to repair the coating before shooting the plate with the .12 gauge slugs. We found some spall on the cardboard, right at the bottom of the plate where the coating had split, but even at that, it did not penetrate the cardboard, but left small impressions in the top layer. If we had repaired the coating with duct tape, I believe that this would not have happened at all and the coating would have continued absorbing the spall.

This is spall that came out of the bottom of the plate, between the steel and the cover.
It did not penetrate the full thickness of the cardboard - just some little
particles on the surface

On to our final weapon of the day (hey, you always have a handgun as backup right?!), the 1911 .45 acp. Master Hand Grenade was behind the trigger this time, shooting from about 20 feet. He was using 230 gr. jacketed hollow points. He put a number of rounds downrange in quick succession and we all gathered around to see the damage. Truthfully, there was not much damage to see, although the .45 did make holes in the coating about the size of a pencil eraser, or a bit smaller. We were able to recover a jacket from between the coating and the plate, but that was the extent of the damage. And once more, the plate survived the engagement.

1911, .45 acp

Ready, Aim, Fire

Can you see the small indentation in the upper
right hand corner?

Fragments from 230 gr. hollow point ammunition recovered from between
the coating and the steel plate

Our field test of the AR500 Infidel Body Armor was a success in every way. Now, for the Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Infidel Body Armor plate - still standing

The Good: First of all, how could you not love a company called "Infidel Body Armor"? Second, the plates are affordable. They are more versatile, sturdy and infinitely more practical than ceramic plates. I don't know about you, but I can't afford to resupply after dropping my plates. So far we have found no ammunition that will penetrate these plates. If you do not have a plate carrier, Infidel Body Armor can be ordered with a plate carrier (more about this in a future post). The coating can be repaired in the field. The curve seems perfect - they are very comfortable to wear.

The Bad: This body armor is heavy. There is just no way to get around it. Each plate weighs 8 lbs., and typically, you would carry two plates (front and rear). Although in real life they are the same, or only slightly heavier than Threat IV rifle plates, Threat IV is considered multi-hit 30-06 AP. We will be putting these plates through that test in another post - however, these plates are only rated for Threat III.

The Ugly: Just because you are wearing body armor doesn't mean you can't get killed. We had one round of .308 that just clipped the edge of the plate and would have been a fatal shot. There is no "silver bullet" when people are shooting at you. Infidel Body Armor is awesome - but, you can still be killed. You are not bullet proof - you can still be shot were the armor is not protecting you and you can die. You are wearing body armor for real - you are not in a video game - you will not "respawn".

In our humble opinion, if you are wearing AR500 body armor, you will survive the engagement. I pray you never have to.

Strength in Adversity

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 19:41:00 +0000

Maid Elizabeth and I were driving to town last week, talking about all of the weighty matters that were on our minds, when our conversation took a turn to the philosophical.

Recently, we have been working on numerous building projects using "reclaimed" wood from my childhood homestead. This lumber was harvested from our property, the timber of which had not been been touched in well over 100 years, if ever. My father cut the trees down, had the logs hauled to a local mill and the logs were rough cut into dimensional lumber. Over the years, that lumber has been used to build barns, outhouses and board fences. It has been remade into arenas, outbuildings and porches. It has been left untreated - exposed to the elements, and yet, it retains it strength and natural, rustic beauty. As my parents have dismantled unused buildings and fences, Sir Knight and I have inherited some the the well used lumber. It has taken shape as raised garden beds, chicken coop doors and window boxes. Although rough in form and weathered in appearance, it is solid and sturdy - ready to serve in any capacity for at least the next two or three decades. This lumber needs no special care, requires little maintenance, yet performs its duties with the dignity of a weathered soldier.

As we talked, Maid Elizabeth noted the differences between our "old growth" lumber and the lumber harvested from today's managed forests. The old growth lumber is solid - hard as a rock. Often, nails bend when you try to hammer it together and holes have to be drilled before it will accept screws. Old growth lumber will hold buildings together for a century only to yield its bones to a newly conceived structure to serve yet another generation. While old growth lumber seems to defy the ravages of time, lumber from our modern, managed forests pale in comparison. It is soft, porous and splits easily. While outbuildings used to stand untouched for generations, now they require constant maintenance with an expectation of replacing them in 30 years. Over the years, the quality of the wood itself has declined sharply, rendering its usefulness infinitely limited and its longevity a mere fraction of that of the old growth lumber.

So, what has changed? Adversity of course. Old growth timber was reared in adversity. It accepted whatever blessings or curses nature chose to heap upon it. During times of want, the trees grew slowly, hardening as they matured. Years of drought would cause their roots to stretch deep into the earth, searching for precious water, while hard winters appeared to stunt their growth but actually hardened their core, preparing them for whatever hardships they may have to endure in the future. The result of this adversity? Beauty and strength unparalleled.

Lumber harvested from managed forests can hardly be compared to its old growth predecessors. The trees that produce today's lumber have been watered and fertilized, with constant thinning so that each tree is assured adequate sunlight. Our forest management practices have sought to relive our forests of the burden of suffering, thus producing a weak, inferior, disposable substitute. What seemed wise in the hearts of men has become the very core of weakness.

And so it is in society. We have sought to replace adversity and suffering with ease and equality and in doing so we have produced generations of weak, inferior and disposable human beings. We have not had to stretch our roots deep or strengthen from the core of our being out. Shunning hardship we have stunted our growth, leaving us spindly and unfit for service.

Where do we go from here? We have to begin seeing adversity as a friend, something to hold close and cherish. We have to realize that in the darkness of suffering our core is being tempered, girding us in strength, and that strength will fit us to serve our Lord and our fellow man for generations to come. Rather than shrinking from suffering, we must have the will to find strength in our adversity.

The New Renaissance

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 00:02:00 +0000

We have been Preppers/Survivalist for a very long time. So long, in fact, that we no longer think of ourselves in terms of being Preppers or Surivalists. Instead, over the years we have shed our former lives and embraced a new Renaissance. We don't garden for the sake of preparedness, but for the sake of a better lifestyle. We don't make cheese, preserve food, hunt or keep bees so that we can survive the end of the world - what fun would that be? We do all of those things so that we can live a more fulfilling life today.

Twenty-five years ago, Sir Knight and I were a typical suburban family (well, perhaps not typical, but close anyway). We window shopped in crowded shopping malls, ate late breakfasts at trendy, upscale restaurants and hiked on the weekends because it was part of the Pacific Northwest lifestyle. We ate out three days a week, paid other people to care for our daughter and spent more time in traffic than we did at home. Ours was a "normal" middle class existence. We didn't think farther ahead than what we would eat for dinner and we actually thought that the model of vehicle we drove was important.

And then we had a huge Seattle-style wind storm, complete with pouring rain (what else was new), lightening (hitting the man-hole cover in front of our house) and a plugged gutter creating a deluge from our dining room ceiling. After Sir Knight climbed on the roof to un-plug the gutter (in the middle of an electrical storm!) and we got the dining room cleaned up, a huge pop, accompanied by sparks, sounded across the drive (a transformer had blown) and the street went dark.

As a firefighter, Sir Knight knew that he would be needed to help restore the city after the storm, but not wanting to leave Maid Elizabeth and I without transportation, we all piled into his huge 4-wheel drive pick-up to make the 8 mile drive (the back way) to his fire station so I could bring the truck home. Branches were scattered everywhere, making travel challenging for cars, however, Big Green drove right over all but the biggest impediments. Two miles from our home, a line of cars stopped in the middle of the road bringing our progress to a screeching halt. People littered the road, most on their cell phones, calling 911 to report a tree in the middle of the road. They were requesting immediate assistance so they could make it home to their families. Sir Knight got out of the truck, motioning for Maid Elizabeth and I to stay put, and made his way through the sea of people to get a closer look at the road block. As he approached the first car in line, Sir Knight searched in vain for the offending fallen tree, but rather than the monster Cedar that he expected, Sir Knight found two small saplings, no larger than 8 inches in diameter. Grabbing one end of a tree, Sir Knight quickly pulled it off the side of the road and then sauntered back for the other tree. That was it! All that was needed was for someone to pick up the trees and move them!

We spent a week with no power. Sir Knight stayed at the fire station, going from one house to the next, making sure that the occupants were managing and reminding people not to heat or cook with their propane bbq's in the house - and if they were running generators, making sure they were doing so safely. Maid Elizabeth and I dusted off the oil lamps, trimmed the wicks and spent the week playing games and reading books by the cozy glow of the fireplace. We cooked on our bbq (outside), lugged all of our perishables to the back porch to keep cool and basically, pretended to be Laura and Ma from Little House on the Prairie. Oh, we had fun!

After our storm wake-up call, Sir Knight and I began to think of other possible grid-down scenarios. We mapped a way out of Seattle through an abandon train tunnel and made sure that we always had full tanks of fuel. When Sir Knight's company had a job opening in the Redoubt, we jumped at the chance to make the move.

At first, we were preppers. We made sure we had extra water on hand and a bit of extra food - just in case. Soon, we were buying food in bulk, stocking up on reloading components and packing "bug-out" bags. From there, we progressed to communication systems, water purification and fuel storage. By now we had become full-fledged survivalists. And then, little by little, our focus began to change.

Once, we had relied on stocking enough food for extended dry periods, now, we wanted to know how to grow our own food, how to save seeds and how to propagate all manner of growing things. Rather than storing canned cheese, we wanted to milk our own cow and make our own cheese. Rather than sending our children off to be educated by someone else, we wanted the opportunity to teach them the things that we believed were important. We wanted to build our own buildings, reload our own ammunition, make our own wine and be our own doctors. We wanted to have babies at home, make our own clothes and create our own businesses. We became unsatisfied with merely gathering, we wanted to be part of the process of creating.

Although we are highly prepared for most any eventuality, we no longer consider ourselves "Preppers" - rather, we are the New Renaissance. We are more interested in living a full and abundant life than we are merely surviving the End of the World as we Know it.

The term Prepper and Survivalist are no longer adequate to describe who we are - we are "The New Renaissance".

Chained in a Gilded Cage

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 23:30:00 +0000

As the "tax breaks" expired with the new year, Sir Knight and I, among countless others, felt the pinch in our paycheck. We grumbled a bit, railed against government excess and then did what most everyone else we know did - tightened our belt.

Tightening an already ridiculously tight belt is a challenge. Some things, like bills and the ever-present taxes, are non-negotiable, which leaves things like food and fuel to take the biggest hit. Of course our food and fuel budgets are already stretched pretty thin so stretching them further is painful. We are left with very little at the end of the month, but, amazingly, we always have enough to make it through - never as much as we'd like, but enough.

It seems as though our local, state and federal governments are not as inclined as their citizens to tighten their proverbial belts. Stockton, California is the latest (and largest) of our cities to declare bankruptcy in the face of rising expenditures and lower tax revenues. Rather than make hard decisions, live within their means and feel the pain now, they continue to increases taxes, borrow money and rob Peter to pay Paul until the inevitable happens - insolvency. And then, they scream, cry foul and demand - you guessed it - more tax money, because, heaven forbid, if the people don't pay up children will go hungry, poor, helpless single mothers will be forced to live in poverty and the wealthy elite (who should have been paying their "fair share" from the beginning) will take over the world, re-introduce work houses and trample on the human rights of the under-trodden. Oh, the inhumanities!

But, in all of the wailing and gnashing of teeth, you will never hear a confession of guilt. Not once will the government officials stand before the taxpayers and humbly admit that their overspending, poor stewardship and wanton excess was, in fact, the greatest contributing factor to the fall of the civilized world. They will never beg forgiveness, right their wrongs and move forward with honesty and integrity. Our leaders, in fact, are not the least bit repentant for the part they have played in the dismantling of our nation.

Budgeting is not a matter of politics and rhetoric, but rather a matter of not spending more than you make. Many a Professor of Economics can lecture We the People on the complexities of federal budgets, tell us that we "can't possibly understand", however, we know the truth. The truth is that you pay what you owe, you don't spend more than you bring in and you always have at least six months in reserve for a rainy day. Plain and simple. When your income decreases, you expenditures must decrease. And yes, it can be painful. It can hurt. But it has to be done.

Just as Sir Knight and I have to be responsible with what resources we have, so our government must be responsible. In our greed, we have allowed them to spend and spend and spend, often on things that will affect us directly. We have not been willing to forgo the niceties and live within our means. But now, our collective means have run out.

The answers are there. They won't be easy. But, they won't kill us. People will have to step up to the plate and take care of themselves rather than expecting the government to take care of them. They will have to take care of their own children, their own parents and their own problems. The church will have to become what the church was intended to be and the family will have to resume its rightful place as the best and only social welfare system. It will be hard but it can be done.

Until we throw off the shackles of a debt-ridden government we will be little more than slaves to immoral men. Our leaders are nothing more than our fellow citizens and we cannot hold them to standards that we, ourselves, refuse to abide.

Our leaders were chosen by us to represent our needs and secure our best interest. It is in our best interest to pay our debts and be slaves to no one. I would rather live in poverty and freedom than to be chained in a gilded cage begging the favor of another.

Man in Training

noreply@blogger.com (Enola Gay) — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 23:35:00 +0000

"The glory of young men is their strength; and the beauty of old men is the gray head."

Proverbs 20:29

Raising boys to be men in our modern world is a continual challenge. It is quite an easy task to raise boys to be boys - simply leave them to their own devises. Hand them a game controller and a pocket pizza and they will apply themselves rather diligently to the tutelage of the "Xbox" or "Playstation". If, in fact, you want to raise your boy to become a man, you will have to exchange his game controller for a gray headed man, wise in years, given to instructing and employing said young man.

Years ago, Sir Knight and I committed to raising Master Hand Grenade to take his place among the men in our community. We wanted him to know how to work, how to think and how to reason. We wanted him to be more comfortable in a room full of men than he was with his "peer" group. We wanted him to listen and learn from his elders, to "sit at their feet", so to speak. We wanted Hand Grenade to value the wisdom that is wrought through the failures, successes and knowledge that can only be gained over a lifetime.

Since he was a little boy, Hand Grenade has worked side by side with his father. He has cut wood, sawed logs, built fences and rebuilt generators. He has changed oil, changed tires and changed propane bottles. He has rewired lights, maintained our mechanical fleet and serviced deep cycle batteries. He has prayed for our family, comforted his siblings and bandaged little wounds. He has spent his young life being a "Man in Training". He has lent the strength of his youth to the gray headed wisdom of his father and together, they have built an empire.

The time has come for another gray head to give counsel and guide the strength of our young man. Master Hand Grenade will be leaving soon to take up residence with his grandparents. He has secured a job with a local entrepreneur and will be spending his summer working....hard. He will be doing everything from lawn maintenance to construction to operating big equipment. In his "spare" time, he will be helping my parents with whatever they may need. My dad, his grandpa, will be the gray head to Master Hand Grenade's strength. Together, they will slay dragons. The two, working in concert, will be better than either could be by themselves.

Our young men need our old men. Young men are strong, and rash and foolish. Old men (however imperfect) have experience, wisdom and quiet determination. Although they no longer have the strength they need to accomplish what they want, they have the knowledge. Imagine what our men could do if they only combined their strengths! If our young men would listen to the wisdom of their elders and our old men would take the time to teach the young they would be unstoppable!

Oh, to harness the strength of young men and recognize the beauty of old men!