Ecofeminism, Subsistence Living & Nature Awareness

September 15, 2010

Pawpaws for Social Change?

Filed under: Global Warming,Homestead cooking,Paula Mariedaughter,Subsistence Living — Paula Mariedaughter @ 7:46 am

For thirty years I have been studying what makes people change our beliefs and our habits. I embarked on this journey in the early 1970s when I enthusiastically embraced the revolutionary ideas of the Women’s Liberation Movement. My experiences as a girl growing up in the 1950s in the segregated south, then as a young woman attending college in the 1960s and working as a flight attendant and union activist all made clear to me that the prescription for girls and women in our society were not in my best interest! The human institutions of patriarchy and capitalism surrounded me and influenced my personal behavior and most of my “personal” decisions.

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Young volunteer pawpaw trees growing near the pioneer Mahaffey fireplace from the 1890s located behind our house.

Other women in the Women’s Liberation Movement had named this reality and coined this potent phrase, “The personal is political and the political is personal.” We understand that each of our individual daily choices adds up to the whole. For example, when I was disturbed by the on-screen violence in movies, I realized that each time I bought a ticket to see a violent movie I was “voting” for more violent movies with the purchase of that ticket. My individual actions have not lessened the number of violent movies, but when hundreds of us change our choices and behaviors, change will happen. My personal choice is a political action.

For the last two weeks Jeanne and I have been eating pawpaws as the fruit in our oatmeal breakfasts. Many mornings we cut up apples to add to our breakfast bowls. However, the only apples available this month in our local coop, Ozark Natural Foods, are flown in from New Zealand or Australia. In the past we did not have access to this information. Last summer we were eating apples airlifted to the US. Global warming activists and local food activists have encouraged stores to label the sources of their food.

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Our pawpaw grove adjoins our back yard on the west and helps keep the yard a shady spot. Pawpaws thrive in rich moist soil as understory trees in hardwood forests from New York south to northern Florida and west to the south eastern part of Nebraska.

Supplied with this new information, I can choose other fruits or choose dried apples or go without. With pawpaws ripening in our back yard and dropping their edible fruit everyday, we had a perfect alternative! Free, local and tasty! Sometimes called the “false-banana” it is quite sweet and has a texture similar to a very ripe banana. Yet, we have lived here at Cedar Hill for twenty-two years and I have resisted eating this delicious fruit.

In examining my own resistance to eating pawpaws, I believe we can learn something about how people change and make new choices. I resisted pawpaws because:
I did not grow up eating pawpaws,
I was unfamiliar with pawpaws, no one I knew ate pawpaws,
the fruit looked unattractive to me,
the fruit was messy to eat with large seeds inside,
the fruit did not come from my refrigerator,
I believed that food needed to come from the store to be safe,
I believed it did not matter that I bought apples at the store grown far away.

Global warming is affecting us all. I believe I can make changes in my daily life that will impact the amount of carbon in our atmosphere. We can all make personal choices that have political consequences. I am not willing to be silenced by those who tell me to wait for the politicians or the technocrats or the right technology to fix global warming. We, the people, will change the world.

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Pawpaw fruit varies in size. Perfect fruit on far left. Pawpaw fruit on far right is over ripe and inedible when this dark. Red dogwood berries found on the ground near the pawpaws.


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Two green, almost ripe, pawpaws cluster in the tall branches twenty feet above the ground. Sometimes we can hear the heavy fruit fall to the ground from a light breeze.

Those who stand to profit from our unthinking consumption of water, electricity, gasoline, air conditioning, food-flown-in-from-afar, do not want us to rethink our consumption patterns. They see communities as “markets” and people as “focus groups” and, especially, we are seen as “consumers”. No longer are we citizens who use our critical thinking skills to make informed choices. The corporations and their spokespeople expect us to respond to their marketing strategies and consume whatever they are “pushing” today.

Corporations are not marketing pawpaws. Ripe pawpaws are delicate. The flesh is soft and mushy—they would not ship well. When pawpaws ripen they drop from the trees and are often bruised by the fall. Without a strong protective skin like apples or oranges, pawpaws must be eaten within days of ripening. Edible and delicious, the texture and color recall a ripe mango. The flavor is often described as similar to custard.

Once Jeanne started collecting and eating pawpaws, I had a model to follow. Someone I knew was eating this new fruit and enjoying it. I had tasted it, but was not ready yet to eat them. When I shopped for apples, my conscience would not allow me to buy an airlifted apple. Then one morning before breakfast, I walked by an intact, ripe, pale green fruit laying on the ground. “Perhaps I should try a pawpaw once again,” I thought to myself. It seemed a gift from the forest.

I still resisted because I did not know how to successfully peel the skin away and harvest the edible pulp. But now I was motivated to try. I sliced off the top and used a potato peeler to remove the skin and a paring knife to slice the flesh form the seeds. It did not take much longer than cutting up an apple, but it was messier. Apples were not yet available, and these pawpaws were readily available. I enjoyed my breakfast that morning. I’ve enjoyed knowing that I have eaten from my own environment and have not consumed additional carbon with my oatmeal breakfast imported from Canada.

My observation has been that people change when it is in their self-interest to change. I wanted fruit with my breakfast. I did not want to eat apples flown in from the southern hemisphere because of the environmental consequences involved in that transport. I had a sweet tasting fruit literally fall at my feet. Couldn’t I just pick it up and try it? This would benefit me and benefit the planet. If no one shopping at the coop bought apples from the southern hemisphere this fall, next fall the coop would not order them. When we expect food out-of-season, we encourage long haul transport of our food. Eating food from local sources and eating foods in season will provide us with more nutritious foods, will encourage local farmers and reduce carbon emissions of transportation.

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Foggy fall morning looking east toward our main garden. The pawpaw grove is adjacent and to the west of our back yard, that is, behind me as I took this picture.

Pawpaws are an understory tree of hardwood forests and thrive in moist soils. Height to thirty feet, with straight trunks and spreading branches and long leaves, pawpaws have interesting reddish brown flowers in early spring. Pawpaws will form colonies from root sprouts. Wildlife including opossums, squirrels, raccoons, birds, and coyotes enjoy harvesting the windfall fruit. The range of pawpaws is widespread: from southern Ontario and western New York, south to northwest Florida, west to east Texas and north to southeast Nebraska. Pawpaws can also be used for cordage as the earliest inhabitants of the Ozarks did! Jeanne has experimented with peeling the inner bark to twist the fibers together to be used as string or twine. Since hundreds of pawpaws grow together in large colonies, some of the saplings can be harvested year round for cordage.

Thinking about the consequences of our individual actions is one way to reclaim our power and to acknowledge our responsibilities as responsible citizens of our planet. Considering the individual, daily changes we can accomplish to benefit the planet is an ongoing process for all of us. If any one wants pawpaw seeds, please let me hear from you. I will mail you seeds to plant this fall. Once established, the pawpaw is carefree tree. In ten years, you can harvest your own “false-banana”.

March 21, 2009

Everyday Surprises

Filed under: Homestead building,Homestead cooking,Patriarchy,Paula Mariedaughter — Paula Mariedaughter @ 12:23 pm
Vintage Superior range

Vintage Superior range with warming oven and water reservoir

A change of plans took me to Fayetteville yesterday. When in town I usually check at one or more thrift stores. Actually, I confess, for the last thirty years thrift stores have been a favorite haunt in my hunt for items of interest. Yesterday I found something I have been looking for since we got the wood range you see on the right!

We found our Superior range in Paxico, Kansas at Mill Creek Antiques as pictured here in the fall of 1987. The brick red color of the porcelain finish was in good condition. I was thrilled about the ample space of the warming oven and the availability of hot water provided by the water reservoir located on the right side. The chrome finish of the towel bar and trim had seen hard use over the decades. (Our research later informed us of the highly toxic nature of redoing the chrome so we chose to leave it as is.) Visit Mill Creek Antiques online and to see more wood cookstoves: (http://www.millcreekantiques.com/cookstoves.html)

Jeanne and I opened doors and explored the three draft controls. We discovered the necessities including the ash carrier, grate bolt crank, and the lid lifter. On the back of the range we discovered this beautiful and useful antique cookstove had been manufactured in St. Louis, MO by Bridge, Beach and Co.

We traded for the range and soon bought the book, Woodstove Cookery: At Home on the Range, by Jane Cooper. This author and cook described a useful tool called a soot scraper as a “rectangular blade about one by three inches long which is attached to a long metal rod” used to “root around in the air passage surrounding the oven and pull out the soot and ashes.” We needed one, but until yesterday I had only seen the drawing in her book.

Yesterday I knew it when I saw it standing on the floor at the thrift store with the long handle towering over the blade. I snatched it up. Probably no one else in the store would know what it was or even want it. My soot scraper or stove rake cost two dollars.

This morning I tried the stove rake on our new Harman woodstove and it worked perfectly for cleaning out the ashes that collect around the ash pan. You can see the the clean out opening on the Superior range located below the oven door; it measures six inches long and two inches high; the blade on the tool I found measured four inches by two inches. My new tool worked like it was made for this range! As directed, I rooted around and raked the soot out on to newspapers. As I rooted and raked I disturbed a moveable object on the bottom of the chamber. What I discovered hidden there was a broken saucer of fine china.

Gold script letters on the back read “Theodore Haviland, Limoges, France, Patent Applied for”. I scrubbed the soot off and admired the elegant gold painted on the saucer edge and held it to the light to see the outline of my fingers through the delicate porcelain. My own mother had owned Haviland china we used for special occasions.

How and why did this damaged, but still treasured, piece of china come to be in the clean out chamber of this cookstove? How old was the china? We had guessed the age of our Superior range to be the first quarter of the 20th century. An online search revealed that Theodore Haviland took over from his father about 1890. The “Patent Applied for” would seem to indicate an early date also.

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Who hid this gold-edged Haviland china plate in the antique wood range and why?


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Theodore Haviland, Made in Limoges, France in the early 1900s

Curiosity about the possibilities sent me to learn more about the china maker. But nothing will likely satisfy my curiosity about the person who placed this unusual find in the clean out chamber of my range. My imagination carries me along. This memento pleases me. Simple surprises in the garden are expected pleasures in spring. Unforseen treasures do show up in thrift shops. Now I am reminded of unexpected treasures that exist in everyday chores like cleaning out ashes.

Photo credits: Paula photographed the Superior range when we first saw it in 1987 at Mill Creek Antiques in Paxico, KS.

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