{"id":8677,"date":"2010-10-24T04:00:11","date_gmt":"2010-10-24T08:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/\/wp\/?p=8677"},"modified":"2010-10-24T13:29:52","modified_gmt":"2010-10-24T17:29:52","slug":"the-ghost-farmer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=8677","title":{"rendered":"The Ghost Farmer"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Jody Cothey (Courtesy of Pleasure Boat Studio)<\/p><\/div>\n

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Jody Cothey scribbles bits of poetry on little pieces of paper as she goes about her daily chores.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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A farmer as well as a writer, the poet lives and works in the hills of East Hawley, Massachusetts, where she and her husband Edward run Tregellys Fiber Farm. There they raise yaks, Icelandic sheep, Bactrian camels, and several dogs as well as other exotic and non-exotic animals.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Jody, whose pen name is Pamela Stewart, is attuned to the seasons and the cycles of nature. Her farm, animals, and companions appear in her new collection of poetry, Ghost Farm<\/em>, released by Pleasure Boat Studio.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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So do feelings about love and loss, the aging process, and the joys of literature and music.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I recently talked to Jody about her life and her poetry\u2014and of course I asked her for a recipe!<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I was curious about the origins of the fiber farm. She explained that she met her husband in Cornwall, where she was working on a poetry project. The two spent seven years in the U.K. before returning to the U.S.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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They lived in Montague, Massachusetts, for several years until he suggested a change in lifestyle. \u201cEd, who used to work on a dairy farm, said, \u2018I miss animals. Let\u2019s get a farm,\u2019\u201d recalled his wife. Tregellys Fiber Farm grew out of that longing.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Jody laughed in retrospect at the potential folly of the project. \u201cWe got this farm and made it too big. But if I hadn\u2019t gone along, I would never have experienced the stuff I have.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cI would never have learned to spin. I would never have met a camel. I would never have met the Tibetan people that we love,\u201d she said. She added, \u201cI think the farm is the center for the poet in me.”<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Nevertheless, she admitted that sometimes the farm overwhelms her poetry. She explained that she loves to run errands in her car. \u201cThat\u2019s when I have time for me.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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When she has enough scraps of paper with snippets of poetry saved up, she takes a break from farming and goes to Wellspring House<\/a>, a writers\u2019 retreat in nearby Ashfield, which she called \u201ca godsend.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cI wouldn\u2019t have been able to write the poems [in Ghost Farm<\/em>] without it,\u201d she noted. \u201cI recommend it to anyone who needs to get away.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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About her writing process, she stated, \u201cI write before I think. I have to write and then think. My angle is just scribbling everything. Then later I follow through on my scribbling.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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She compared composing a poem to making a soup or a stew. \u201cYou can start with something and then add something else and so on but you can\u2019t always take things out.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Asked whether she thinks of herself primarily as a poet or a farmer, Jody laughed. \u201cMostly I think of myself as a person with a large streak of housemother right now.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cIt involves taking care of dogs, our friend\u2019s son who\u2019s about to turn 17, and my husband; and having my mother live with us,\u201d she explained. \u201cI feel that I think as a poet but it doesn\u2019t often come out in daily life\u2026.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cI do what I want to do. I know other people for whom poetry is their all-consuming life. It\u2019s not my all consuming thing. It\u2019s a part of me.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Jody agreed that poetry is not our culture\u2019s most popular or most celebrated art form. Nevertheless, she clearly values it highly herself.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cI think poetry itself has a spiritual life of its own. It will always be there no matter what the culture or the society or the age is busy doing\u2026. If you catch into it at any age, it becomes a part of you,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cWhen I\u2019m doing it, I\u2019m in touch with something that\u2019s bigger than me and causes me joy–and sometimes agony, but mostly joy.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Jody Cothey (and\/or Pamela Stewart) will read from Ghost Farm<\/em> and sign copies of her new book this afternoon at 2 pm at Boswell\u2019s Books in Shelburne Falls. Massachusetts.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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If you can\u2019t make the signing, you may get her book from Boswell\u2019s or from the publisher, Pleasure Boat Studio<\/a>.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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While you\u2019re reading it you might like try nibble on one of Jody\u2019s Ghost Farm Cookies.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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When I asked for a recipe, Jody happily gave me these simple brown cookies. Their plain exterior belies their richness. \u201cThey are brown cookies\u2014my forte,\u201d she told me, \u201cbut lovely and crumbly\/buttery.\u201d<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I liked them so much I\u2019m adding them to my Twelve Cookies of Christmas<\/a> collection.
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Jody Cothey\u2019s Ghost Farm Cookies<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Ingredients:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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1 cup (2 sticks) sweet butter at room temperature
\n1\/2 cup dark (or light!) brown sugar, firmly packed
\n1\/4 teaspoon baking soda
\n2 cups flour<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Instructions:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Preheat the oven to 325 degrees. Cream together the butter, brown sugar, and soda. Stir in 1 cup of the flour. Transfer the dough to a board (on which you have sprinkled part of the second cup of flour!) and knead it.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Knead in the remaining flour. The dough will be quite stiff by the time you finish incorporating all the flour.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Jody suggests a number of ways in which to shape her cookies, including rolling them out and cutting them. Here\u2019s what I did: I rolled my dough into three logs and cut each log into little cylinders. I then pressed the cylinders into little flat circles.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Place the cookies on an ungreased cookie sheet and bake them for 15 to 20 minutes. Let them cool on the cookie sheet for a few minutes before transferring them to a wire rack to finish cooling.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Makes about 24 cookies (depending on how big you cut\/roll them).<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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