I’ve always loved the art of Tasha Tudor. Before I was born, my mom bought me A Time to Keep, and many of Tasha’s books were among our favorite childhood
read-alouds. Her illustrations draw you
into another world.
That’s not to romanticize Tasha or her way of life. She herself said, “The past wasn’t as
romantic as people seem to think. There
were many hardships, especially for women.”
She also said, “People have a rose-colored lens when they look at
me. They don’t realize I’m human. They don’t see the real me. As Mark Twain said, we are like the moon, we
all have our dark side that we never show to anybody.”
I grew up on a farm—not quite as primitive as Tasha’s, but
moving in that direction—and there was bad along with the good. I experienced 5AM births of wide-eyed fuzzy
calves, drank milk fresh from the cow, gathered warm brown eggs from beneath
hens, and picked produce from our huge garden.
Many nights we sat down for our family supper and everything on the
table came from our farm. But…Animals
die. Drought kills crops, gardens, and
flowers. Accidents happen with
equipment. And probably the biggest
negative, animals can come between the farmer and human relationships, for if
there’s no responsible stand-in, their daily care keeps him from travel or spending
much time away, even evening engagements.
They always come first.
So that’s a consideration for those longing for this kind of
life. It’s the main reason I haven’t
pursued it for myself. For me, people
need to come first. Unless it’s an issue
of life and death, I never want to have to choose between spending time with
the people I love and caring for an animal.
Maybe one day I will find a way to strike some sort of balance, but for
now a lifestyle is not worth the sacrifices I’d have to make in my
relationships.
Still, Tasha’s life and her work are a sort of rustic fairy
tale, an escape from the rigors of daily life to a state of charming pastoral
perfection. I adore her books. They inspire me to pursue my passions,
embrace femininity, spend time doing things with my children.
I didn’t have time to post on Tasha Tudor Day, but I did
steal a few moments in the midst of a busy weekend to page through The PrivateWorld of Tasha Tudor. Over the next day
or so I hope to read some of Tasha’s books with my children.
Hello Stephanie! Thank you for visiting my blog and tribute to Tasha Tudor. I think every day should be TT Day as it means we focus on her standing for a gentle life that is fulfilling in that we do what we feel in our hearts like she showed us. :-)
ReplyDeleteI see you are newer to blogging and hope to take time to look back at your other posts to "get to know you better". I hope you will visit me often as I will you too. :-)
Hugs from Holland ~
Heidi
Happy belated Tasha Tudor day. I am so sorry I somehow missed your post. Thank you for joining in. It is never too last. I live a childhood the opposite of yours but feel the same sentiments as you. Wonderful post !! Clarice
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