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Olde England-the phrase conjures visions of red-cheeked lads frolicking with shy maids, of nut-brown ale bubbling in pewter flagons, and sturdy oak-beamed, thatched-roof cottages. These days, the red-cheeked lads and shy maids are living it up in Chelsea, and the nut-brown ale is thin and sour, but cottages with roofs thatched in reed or straw are back in style. The British government is acting to preserve the best examples, and the thatchers themselves -an independent breed that was dying out-suddenly have more work than they can possibly handle...
Olde England-the phrase conjures visions of red-cheeked lads frolicking with shy maids, of nut-brown ale bubbling in pewter flagons, and sturdy oak-beamed, thatched-roof cottages. These days, the red-cheeked lads and shy maids are living it up in Chelsea, and the nut-brown ale is thin and sour, but cottages with roofs thatched in reed or straw are back in style. The British government is acting to preserve the best examples, and the thatchers themselves -an independent breed that was dying out-suddenly have more work than they can possibly handle...
Survival Shelf. The splendid set pieces of the book explain the intricate classic art of building a log cabin, notch by hand-hewn notch, the principles of stone chimney construction, the shingles split from the white oak log with wedges, go-devil, maul and froe. And how to feed up, slaughter, dress out, pepper cure, smoke, cook and eat a hog, with two opinions about what one does with the ears, which are gristly. Not to mention a dissertation on moonshining as a fine art-by men who practiced it well...
...miles outside Red Oak, Connie Bolton, 39, laughs about Women's Liberation: "I'm in partnership with my husband." The Boltons run a 160-acre farm together. "I can't imagine getting a job somewhere. Every time I leave home, some of the animals get out. Who do you think chases them? The liberated woman." Charlotte Lamb, 34, a divorcee, was supporting her two sons by working as a secretary. Last month she was promoted to personnel manager. Only one man congratulated her; others made derogatory remarks. Says Lamb: "I hope I never go through...
Feminism's future in Red Oak lies, of course, in its women of the future. High School Senior Rachel Hays is a cheerleader, and in Red Oak, cheerleaders-once the summa of girlish status-are becoming passé. Says Rachel: "They're having trouble scraping up enough girls in the class behind us." Her goal: "I think what I'd really like is to marry a millionaire." She is quickly corrected by Sarah McKenzie, a member of the junior class that has failed to produce enough cheerleaders: "Don't say 'I'm going...