Yesterday was crazy. We were slated to offer a small mini straw bale project through the Sustainable Monday’s program (each week an interesting new topic at the Rail River Folk School). I wanted the place to look nice in case some people came to help us build a little woodshed, so Milt and I worked most of the day mowing, putting up a large canopy, clearing stuff, getting the tools out and ready. The first to arrive was brother Rick with a trailer holding ten bales. It was cool to see new bales arrive on the property—shades of things to come with wanting our new addition built this summer. Next came my niece Rochelle and her friend Ben to help set up. I put them to work putting down a first layer of earth bags on my newly leveled wall area.
Then the crazy part. At close to 6:00 cars started pulling in—a lot of cars. I stood at the doorway and watched them ease onto the land looking for places to park. I didn’t count, but I think there were over twenty people who showed up to get “down and dirty” with building a wall and mudding it in. We gave a quick tour of the house—it is only one large room so that was fast, and then we put them to work. We had clay screeners, bag filling, bag pounding and placing, and much fun chaos. Milt showed them how to mix a load of mud with the screened clay. We had approximately one hour. Bags down, bales on (all four of them with one split in two for demonstration purposes), and then the mud. Unfortunately, I think the bales we bought had been overexposed to the weather and the clay literally would not stick—oh well, we added water, a bit of clay, and still had a lot of fun trying to get the stuff to stay on the bales. I’ll add pictures as soon as I get them–they’re great!
I think back to our first summer of building. I had filled dozens of bags sitting alone with a small shovel in the hot sun awaking each morning with my right hand burning and numb from over use. We had a lot of help, but there were a lot of bags to fill.
I didn’t know very many of those people who came, but when they left I felt like we had some new friends who love doing what we love doing. It was quite amazing. Milt and I were excited and high from the experience last night. We love doing things with a community of like-minded folks. I compare this experience to my lonely efforts week after week to build and mud and I realize again how important it is to find community and then ask for help when we need it.
Just a few generations ago our grandparents and great grandparents knew more about the value of community. You were never alone when there was a difficult task to do. People did barn raisings and harvesting or big hunts to feed a whole village. Wow, how did we get from there to here? I hear so much about the isolation of our society, but was really aware last night that it doesn’t have to be so.
What is it about our society that makes it so difficult to ask for help? I know I have some old guilt that I should be able to do it all alone, shouldn’t need to reach out and ask. This could be an old guilt that I need to release. I like to help people. I wish they would ask more. I would do more for others if they only asked. I want to ask for more help. It doesn’t have to be an economic exchange—it could be a social or community exchange.
Maybe somebody needs to build a Facebook or Craig’s list for people looking for willing helpers on a difficult project. That would be cool. I wonder if anybody would use it? Just a thought.
Tomorrow we are off to Grand Marais up along northern edge of Lake Superior. We are doing the second part of a production training for the radio station up there. The people are great and it is so beautiful—I’m excited to go work with talented and creative people for a couple of days. More community!
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