Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

29 November

Video: Casey Page’s Dream Takes Shape: Putting The Final Touches On Her Breakfast Food Wagon. Her Enthusiams Is Infectious. Shooting For February!

by Jon Katz

I spent some beautiful hours this morning with Casey Face, carpenter Dan Rogers, and the nearly finished former Horse Trailer, soon to be Casey’s dream for many years: a food and breakfast cart that features gourmet coffee, exotic tea, and all kinds of delicious donuts and baked goods she plans to put on the menu.

Casey has been working on her dream most of her life; she’s worked in 20 different food industry places in various service and office jobs. She knows everything about the industry, who succeeded and why, and who failed and why. She’s maneuvering through all the things she saw and learned.

Today’s goal was to paint the inside of the truck, and when I offered to help do some of the painting, Casey said sure, she could use the help. I did the two doors with the help of Dan, who is renovating the old horse wagon and making it shine.

We had a great time. I did a short video below of Casey talking about her plans for the cart and then got to work. Casey is a very organized and reasoned dreamer. She is impressive. She does her homework, consults scores of people, embraces networking with other coffee makers, bakers, and young farmers, and plans to set up her Canteen/coffee company right in the middle of our small town in early February.

 

 

Casey has worked on this project for years as a trained designer and restaurant worker; she has designed every inch of the cart herself and talked to just about everyone in range who might know something about food, sales, networking, and the best possible food and coffee and tea and cider.

She knows the town inside and out. Her video is just above, and I’ve added some of the photos that capture what was a terrific experience for me and an exciting time for Casey.

There is something about Casey that is special. We all dream, and most fail, fade away, or are defeated. Casey initially seems quiet and soft-spoken, but that is not the reality. She is tough, wise, and determined. She is locked into her dream, symbolizing the freedom to shape our lives without shorting our families or selves.

She’s, for real,  determined to be a present mother of her two small daughters (one four months old) and has every bit of this planned and considered. She has the complete support of her husband and family.

Casey has learned the mistakes of every food place that failed and is meant to avoid them. She understands that this is tough to pull off in a small town fixed in its ways, but things are changing here. The Pandemic brought many people from the shutdown cities, and they may well form the core of her new customers.

There is a great hunger in our town for good, healthy, inexpensive food, and she is on it. Her eyes reflect her strength and determination. She’s not expecting to fail. And she is appropriately nervous. She has a lot of time and money in this project and isn’t rich.

I’m a Casey Page believer. She is intelligent, curious, and intensely creative.

Her dream is right at hand, and she will take it as far as possible. I’m already hooked on her tea and can’t have breakfast at her cart. I get hungry when she even talks about her plans.

She is always careful to include her two children in the project; she doesn’t wish to be an absent mother. She’s taken on a lot. She is up to it.

I had the best time painting two of her doors, even though I couldn’t quite reach the top (Dan could). Casey has a lot to do before opening up – locking down a site, getting health department approval, registering her old and abandoned horse cart, and making it beautiful, which has already happened, thanks to Dan Rogers.

 

 

Dan has been working on the horse trailer for months, and Casey has been right with him. The two work quickly and efficiently together; Dan has done a fantastic job. He is soon coming to our farm to build a space for our new compost upstairs toilet.

Casey works quietly and hard; she paints stains on the interior and has all kinds of design ideas for the inside and the outside.

 

This is what the horse trailer looks like now; it is no longer recognizable when she found it in Northern Vermont and brought it to our town.

 

The stain is already transforming the inside. She will probably get a portable heater. The plumbing is done.

Casey studied design in college, and I sense she is a designer at heart. She has worked out the design of every inch of the trailer and keeps her drawings on her Iphone. She lights up whenever she talks about design, an integral part of renovating the trailer, and her plans for selling food and drink.

One of two doors I got to paint. I loved it; thanks, Casey, for letting me help. I don’t have your energy, but I share your enthusiasm. I love dreamers and the things they do. I am one, and I married another. I guess it’s in my blood.  I did okay.

 

Inside the wagon, before the painting. The service window will be on the left.

29 November

Book Report. A Wonderful Novel To Recommend, A Plea To Stop Sending Me Boxes Of Things Without Asking.

by Jon Katz

I think this will be the book of the year for me. North Woods, by Daniel Mason, is the story of a House built in Massachusetts and its occupants over more than 300 years. It is brilliantly and creatively written, and it knocked my socks off when I started reading it two days ago.

I guess you’d call it historical fiction. It begins with a pair of young lovers in colonial New England who escape the wrathful Pilgrim’s judgment by fleeing into the then-wild woods of western Massachusetts.

They get away from the grim pursuers who are trying to force them back so they can be thrown in jail. They are chased by “solemn men” with harquebuses cocked in their elbows. They get away and the novel continues the story in surprising and inventive ways by chronicling the lives of the people who followed them in the Yellow House for three centuries.

I love every page of it, it is often surprising, telling the story of all kinds of people, from the Apple Man to a Revolutionary Loyalist and author to an amateur historian who believes that bodies are buried on the property.

I highly recommend this book, it stands out in a good year for books and is breathtakingly creative. I stopped reading every other book to read this one. It’s a beautiful book, gripping and beautifully and inventively told.

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But I have a problem I want to share.

Yesterday, I got a fabulous book gift from a nun named Sister Lucy, who has been reading my blog and picked up a book she was sure I would love. She is right.

The book is called ” Becoming Who You Are”  and was written by James Martin and inspired by the lives of Thomas Merton and Henry Nouwen, two of my favorite spiritual authors and guides. I write about them all the time.

Lucy nailed my interests and spiritual curiosity, and I love the book and will soon be writing about it. I read it in a half-hour. It was only 90 pages and very inexpensive; it is my perfect gift now.

I also got a letter the same day from a good man far away (I won’t use his name). This was different.

He said he was sending me a box so large it was packed to the bursting point and marked “do not open with the knife” for fear of damaging the clothes stuffed into it. “And also,” he wrote, “a book from the 1950s that I’ve loved reading” and thought I might enjoy. It’s about homeless people in NYC in the 1950s and focuses on their eccentric and exciting approaches to life.”

He said he loved reading about NY in the 1950’s and assumed I would be interested.

Before writing this, I braced myself.

One or two members of the social media yenta police will be messaging me early in the morning and calling me an ingrate or cruel bastard for asking this not to happen and not thanking the man. I thanked him and asked him not to do that anymore.

This is a problem for me, not only because I am an ingrate but because I dislike throwing out things other people treasure or want to get rid of. And we have run out of room for big and unwanted boxes. It takes days and weeks to eliminate them or search for takers, and we are backed up. That is not my job; that is not the way my work works.

I sometimes feel like a Good Will Reception Center.

Our small farmhouse is crammed with boxes and books, most things nobody wants or has asked about.

Sister Lucy sent me a small, thin book I knew nothing about and am happy to get. She had no time at her conference to mail me.

The man who sent them knew my e-mail, he wrote to warn me to tell me the box was “packed to the bursting point,” which made me cringe, and not in joy.

I wish he had just taken the trouble to ask me if I needed another huge stuffed box of things I did not need or wanted to read.

Then, I could explain whether or not I could use these things or anyone else could. And have them shipped where they ought to go.

I will be honest: I am not interested in homelessness in New York in the 50’s. There is no way I will get to this book in the next year, and I am not interested in the subject. That means I will never read it.

The social media yentas do not understand that courtesy is not defined by doing things one doesn’t want to do or can’t do. It comes from finding out what people need and helping them get it, if possible.

My rule is that I never buy anything for anyone I was not asked to get or that I am not 100 percent certain it is needed.

The Mansion aides know to tell me when a resident wants something. So do the residents.

Sue Silverstein only asks me for what she needs and rarely does that. If I see a Mansion resident walking in slippers outside, I know to get them shoes.

That is the way it ought to work. I don’t show up at either place with stuffed boxes for them to sort through. They don’t have staff or time for that. I don’t want to be a Good Will Reception Center.

I hope that helps clarify things. This being America, someone will be offended. My e-mail is [email protected]. Recommendations are welcome.

Questions are answered. I am very available. And we love the packages, hats, and supplies so many of you send this way. Truthfully, I appreciate them and please don’t stop. But the ones we love the most are the ones who ask. We respond quickly and gratefully.

Please take advantage of that so I can’t waste or toss out your valuable things or fall over them. I’m picky about the books I read and can afford to buy them, which I prefer. Sister Lucy is an excellent example of an exception..

If you are eager to buy me a book or gift or send me huge packages, please take the trouble to e-mail me first, and I will take the trouble to answer you. That does not feel ungrateful to me.

It seems the embodiment of courtesy and thoughtfulness.

It’s simple. Just ask: [email protected]. We are out of room.

29 November

Bedlam Farm, A New Perspective With A New 60 MM Lens. Come Along.

by Jon Katz

I spent the morning testing out my new macro lens.

Then, I went to Dan Rogers House to meet Casey and help her paint the rear doors of her Horse Wagon/Food Cart.

She and Dan do a fantastic job turning the horse transport into a spiffy breakfast food wagon. It’s almost done.

She’s still working on approval for the location and health department and planning a February opening.

I had great fun helping them paint the wagon; I didn’t spill too much or pour the stain all over myself—pictures and words to come. I’ll write about it later.

I’m thrilled with my new (used) Leica macro lens.

It is a tremendous close-up and great at some distance, which I didn’t expect. All of these photos were taken with the new lens. I’m keeping it for sure. I’m thinking of a new motto for the blog: “Our Story. Our Life. Our Home.” What do you think?

It captures who we are and what we are doing with our blogs.

I’m putting up the painting, progress photos this evening, and a video with Casey inside the new cart. She spent the whole day working on the wagon. The more I know Casey, the more impressed I am by her. She is honest, thoughtful, hard-working, and a dreamer.

There are no shortcuts; every detail is considered.

Those are great qualities to have, no matter what you do. I’m happy to follow her story; it is uplifting and fascinating. I’m not sure I’ve met anyone quite like her. She is meticulous, cautious, and determined. She is also stubborn as hell. That will come in handy.

She is a designer at heart, and that is being used well. Here comes Coffee/Canteen from Casey Face.

 

Maria was startled to see me walking outside in my underpants and in freezing weather. It was worth it. Thank God she didn’t have her camera ready.

 

The 60mm did fine in the morning light— nice depth of field nice colors.

 

Fate at rest, this time lying on her belly.

Silhouette, dining room windowsill.

Silhouette, donkey, and plant, black and white.

 

I’m experimenting with silhouette, and this one worked. With a macro camera,  you must test repeatedly to get the distance right. There is no auto-button.

 

Feeding time. The 60-millimeter works well at a distance and has depth and detail.

I love the portrait of Zinnia. t captured the Soul Of A Dog. It has a soft, solid quality.

I loved this funky old sign we found the other day at the Senior Citizen’s Home, where we went and got “ugly sweaters” for the Mansion Christmas Party. I just spoke of us: Our Life. your Story. Your Home. This is what the blog is about.

 

Casey Face’s food wagon. Coffee/Canteen opens in February. Reams can come true—more pictures to come tonight.

 

29 November

Zip’s Dirty Nose. He’s A Rascal.

by Jon Katz

Zip was waiting for me outside this morning, and Maria warned me that she had seen him and he had a filthy, black nose. At first, I thought he was injured, but he was just being Zip, who is everywhere at once, sticking his nose into every hole for miles in search of moles and chipmunks.

Zip is the King Of The Hill here; he is everywhere, all the time, missing nothing, curious about everything. No wonder he got a dirty nose. He sticks it in every chipmunk hole there is.

I held him while I rubbed his nose and Maria took the photo. It was twice as bad as this before I started rubbing it clean. Bud was patient about my holding him, and we got almost all of it off of him. Then we had our morning get-together, where I scratched him until he purred.

29 November

Army Of Good Strikes Again: Warm Morning Snacks Are Pouring Into Bishop Gibbons. Read About It Here, And Thank You

by Jon Katz

The Army of Good is a massive injection of joy and kindness in a world that tis too often cruel and violent. It keeps hope alive and speaks to the good in many, something our media and politicians fail to notice. So many people are out there eager to do good; they are rarely given the opportunity.

The Army Of Good is in its 7th year and has yet to fail any call for help. I can’t thank you all enough. This work has been a salvation and inspiration for me and has touched the lives of thousands of people. It’s needed now more than ever.

As always, doing good is so much better than arguing about what good is.

This week, another victory for good.

Linda Coleman has been responding to calls for help for some time now, and her latest generosity involves boxes of ribbons and warm and filling morning snacks for children who don’t get to eat breakfast for several reasons.

Last week, I asked for help replenishing Sue’s noodle boxes and granola bars.

As long as I have known her, Sue has an unmarked shelf in her classroom devoted to these snacks and gives them to students who need a warm and healthy breakfast. Sue is never one to tout her own horn, but I’m happy to do it. She is a saint.

Some have parents who are out working in the morning (most refugee parents have two or even three jobs), and some have parents who have little money and can’t find work.

They come to Sue’s class early for hot noodle soup kits or healthy protein and granola bars.

A few weeks ago, her stocks got low. One of her students, Isaiah, raised money for interim food.  The Army of good is rushing to respond, food is coming in, and thank you.

Sue opens her classroom early so the kids who need a warm breakfast are not embarrassed or seen by their peers. I was surprised to learn how quickly those supplies ran out.

Linda Coleman responded as she has done so many times before. Thank you, Linda, you make the world a better place.

I am reprinting Sue’s note to Linda about her donations and Linda’s response.  Linda has sent fabric to Sue, and now, snacks for the needy.

Sue to Linda:

Hi Linda and Jon! So many excellent healthy snacks have been arriving! Thank you so much to both of you! Jon for your help and love, and Linda for such generosity and love! 

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“I just want to say that I’ve been following Jon’s blog for several years (after reading his books).  I have given back to my community all my adult life, but at age 81, I have quite a number of physical limitations.  Jon’s “Army of Good” has strengthened my “giving back” genes.  I can’t tell you how much joy it has brought me to do something for your students, their families, and the residents of The Mansion. Thank you, Sue Jon and Maria, for everything you do in “giving back” to your communities!  Linda

This makes me feel that my life is full of meaning and joy and that these cold and hungry children have a warm and healthy breakfast to boost their energy and start their day. It has touched my heart to see those children line up early for their breakfast.

Thanks, Linda, Sue, and the Army Of Good.

The school is closing for the Christmas break next week, and packages will be difficult to deliver. After New Year’s, please donate discarded things for Sue’s art class, noodle boxes, and energy bars to Sue Silverstein, Bishop Gibbons High School,  2600 Albany Street, Schenectady, New York, 12308.

(Sue continuously needs acrylic paint, brushes, and canvases. Sue Silverstein, Bishop Gibbons High School, 2600 Albany Street, Schenectady, New York, 12308.)

The breakfast donations are manna from heaven.

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