Alewyfe, in Arkansas

alewyfe and her dad down home on the farm
alewyfe and her dad down home on the Ozark family farm

First things first… What’s an Alewyfe??? It’s one of the first “legitimate” trades medieval free-townswomen were allowed to have: working as a brewster (making beer) or an inn or tavernkeeper. Since I homebrew, and my home often feels like a tavern when enough friends stop by (and I’d love to open up my home as a part-time B&B someday), it seemed only appropriate.

Also, I was almost a beer baroness of sorts (or so I wish) but my great-grandparents sold the brewery when I was just a wee-southern tyke. Alas. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? (I know. I weep for a time-machine every time I consider my alternate fate… if not to prevent the sale, at least to tell Fred & Nana that maybe Enron was not the best place to keep all their investment funds)?

Want to learn more about the early Alewyves? Read on:

Women and Work in the Middle Ages

Misogyny, Popular Culture, And Women

Ok, enough with the history lessons. Where are we now?

Tune in for the story of citified southern country girl just trying to make it here in the Wild West Side of Chicago, while transforming the yard and a few vacant lots into productive urban farmland… and most of the time, life is pretty good! I share my home with another southern transplant- a Georgia-born, third-hand, first-class Rottweiler named Zeus, and with my partner, an even fresher Southern transplant. You’ll mostly hear from me, Alewyfe (Chef, farmer, teacher, soapmaker, agitator, brewer, beekeeper, butcher, baker, doggie treat maker, and betty crocker punk rocker!)… Now be a good neighbor, pour yourself a brew, pull up a chair, and sit a spell with us… talk about the weather (right now it’s lousy, but our little nook is pretty cozy), the crops, and which way the wind’s blowin’.

So, living where we do, a few folks (friends, strangers, the guys at the firehouse down the street) have called us “urban pioneers” (or sometimes just crazy) for living where we do… to which we shrug and think, “urban pioneers, huh?” I have to admit, as a white gal in a predominately black neighborhood, who is all-too-aware of what gentrification does to communities of color, and what the history of pioneering in this country has in common with that… I want no part of it. I like my neighbors, they’re all pretty fine folks. I know their names, and we all keep an eye out for each other. It’s a small town in a big city. Here, you’ll find advice and ruminations on just good plain livin’- gardening, bike commuting, homebrewing, canning, home cooking, soapmaking, re-use, and other forms of folky frugality.

I’ll be joined hopefully soon by some chickens.. and rabbits, and greenhouse aquaponics, and a dog, and hopefully maybe a pair of Nigerian Dwarf goat-gals, and some babydoll sheep and a pig and a pony and and and… but now I’m dreaming big and a lot of that’s crazy talk… so one thing at a time, now! (We settled on chickens and a dog. And sometimes bees… and that’s plenty).

Update- the chickens have landed, right behind the bees, and ahead of the dog. Life is better shared. That same life has thrown some curve balls my way lately, and I’m doing my best to hit those suckers out of the park. Look out.

(Post-post script… Zeus the Moose-dog and Gurl are currently kickin’ it in East Oakland, which basically feels just like home but the citrus trees and jasmine don’t have to be brought indoors for the winter? Bay Area life is lovely, and the Inn and farm are in good hands back in Chicago, so still come book a visit with us!)

3 thoughts on “About

  1. Hi- nice seeing the other day. I have something I wanted to email you about but can’t find your email address anywhere!

    Rhonda

  2. I like this page and learning more about you both (three…or more with chickens…). I would like to have the bucks to buy a place here and make it urban farmland too. I do not want to take away from the neighbors..and I was happy to get your perspective on that. I would like to give to the neighbors, -I better start buying lottery tickets-, and create friendlier relationships as long as we can all respect each other and work to get along.

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