House: Day 23. We have walls!

Look! It really will be a house someday!

Sarah in the reading nook.

Phil in the half bath.

In mourning

We're in mourning down here. Our neighbor, and welcomed bug eater, has moved on. This was Glen, short for Glen Beck (because he scared the hell out of us, but we couldn't stop watching him).















He lived outside our back door but apparently got swept up by the tornado that passed through last week. Seriously. We think he was some sort of orb weaver, but hadn't been able to identify him more specifically.

Luckily for us we do have some people neighbors that probably won't be sucked up in any storms. Since we’re in faculty housing, where you can only live for 2 years, most of our neighbors are new professors like Sarah and most appear to be pretty cool. One of Sarah’s departmental colleagues lives one duplex over. He also has a blog about moving to Mississippi—it’s much more sociological than ours—and is a Tar Heel fan. We’ve also started meeting some folks from other departments, including another Tar Heel who invited us over to watch all the basketball games. Phew, one worry we can erase. This almost makes up for prayer at university events.

Prayer, Presidents, and Public Education or The More Things Change The More They Stay The Same

(WARNING: This post may offend you. But we figure if you're reading our blog you already know this about us and are willing to be offended by us once in a while, just like we're willing to be offended by you once in a while. But seriously, if we weren't going to complain about this most of you would start to wonder what had happened to us. Had we been abducted by aliens? or worse, converted to fundamentalist protestantism? Had the south managed to take away the part of us that makes "exciting" to have around? Rest assured, Sarah and Phil are still the cynical, critical pair we've always been. So, read on.)

There have been quite a few changes down here in Starkville lately. Some of these changes have been good in our eyes. For instance, Sunday alcohol sales just became legal (woo hoo!) so now we can go to the one bar in town on Sundays as well as every other day of the week. Just kidding… one bar, C'mon this is the south. There are at least 5 or 6 that we're not afraid to go into. We’s also gots us a new mayor (a former Tar Heel!) who is younger than us and promises to improve town-gown relations. He wears bow-ties and seersucker suits--what's not to like about that? And, Starkville even started curbside recycling. You do have to live in town and not in University housing so it doesn’t apply to us, but we still like it.

The other big change is that Sarah’s employer, Mississippi State University, just installed a new president. Dr. Keenum is buddy-buddy with all the powerful white guys in this state and some of the national powerful white guys too. His star shines bright in Starkville and MSU. His investiture was a few weeks ago (full disclosure: Sarah played hooky and did not attend citing her lack of official regalia; Phil was obviously off the hook professionally and wisely thought his time would be better spent picking lint out of his belly button). Just as we were starting to get comfortable in our new surroundings Mississippi decided to smack us in the face with a big "you're not from around here." The official university event, paid for with taxpayer dough, since this is a state run institution, started with a prayer service at which the university choirs sang. Then there was a prayer to start off the investiture ceremony and then our dear Dr. Keenum ended his speech like this:

“With your help and with God's blessing, Mississippi State University will open a new chapter of service, leadership, and excellence, and will build on its long and proud history of contributions to our state to help usher Mississippi into a new era of prosperity and a future filled with promise.
Thank you, and may God bless you.”

He then followed this with a thank you email to the faculty and said that "The prayer service, reception, and investiture ceremony itself presented the university to the public in an outstanding way..."

Really? Using our money for a church service doesn't seem like outstanding presentation.

(Although it’s not really relevant, these prayers were not “non-denominational.” They were strictly Christian and apparently Jesus played a prominent role.)

It’s hard to articulate what is more frustrating—that prayer, god, and Jesus played such a large role in this supposedly non-religious institution’s event or that few people seemed troubled or concerned about it. While a few of Sarah’s colleagues grumbled and talked about contacting the ACLU there was no outcry from the community (university or otherwise). There wasn’t even an out-peep.

We were prepared for people to ask us questions about where we go to church and what we’re doing for Christmas. We even practiced inoffensive responses. We were also prepared for nothing to be open on Sundays. We probably were even ready for high school football teams to pray before the start of Friday night games (we have avoided these games so far and have no idea if this actually happens). But, deep down, we had hopes for the university community. We had “faith” that individuals’ faith wouldn’t intrude on academic life.

So, it looks this is one stereotype of Mississippi that we aren't able to shoot down.

And now for something completely different, here is a picture of wild flowers and a bug from our farm:

House: Day 16

Or Day 2, depending on how you look at it. The near constant rain kept our builder and his crew idle for two weeks. Thankfully we've had 5 days of no rain with another couple of dry days ahead in the forecast. That means they were able to pour the foundation yesterday! Here are some "action" shots.


From the driveway:

Smoothing out the cement (that's pronounced SEE-ment for those of you not from around here):


Unfortunately, it's still too wet for any farm work to happen.

Breakin' ground. House: Day 1

We have dirt! Four days with no rain meant our builder, Davey, could finally get started. Woo hoo! As of today they’ve cleared the driveway and the house site. Dirt down here is dark clay which is apparently not what you want under your house, so Davey also trucked in a bunch of red dirt to put on top of the dirt that was already there. Of course, it’s supposed to rain for the next 2 days, so who knows when the foundation will get poured…

This picture is from the middle of our driveway looking towards the "house."

That big tree on the left is a pecan tree!

This picture is from another spot.

Swamp'ssippi

This is not the farm. It's our place on Bulldog Circle, a few hours BEFORE they announced the flash flood warning, thunderstorm watch, and tornado warning. This picture captures why nothing has happened farm-wise or house building-wise in the last month-it's been raining! Everyone says this is unusual. Ya.

The two positives are that we now understand where all the flood risk areas on the farm are and why there are no basements in Mississippi. So, that's a bonus. However, what we still don't understand is why our neighbor seems to think his trash can (pictured) is supposed to stay out permanently. Baffling. We caught them yesterday walking out to the can to throw trash away, it was the day after collection! They left the can out there!?! Who does that? Can't blame Mississippi for this one, almost everyone on the street is from out of state. We'll investigate and let you know where these trash can miscreants are from, if you care.

Next time footage of Fire Antz-if it stops raining.

Meet the farm

Well, it’s raining down here and has been for the past month. It’s the most rain they’ve had since 1984, or something like that. Needless to say there are no house or farm updates.

So, we thought we’d take the opportunity to introduce you to our farm. Pictures can be found here. Our apologies to those of you who have seen these already on Facebook—we’re just trying to bring everyone up to speed. Believe it or not there are some people out there who are not on Facebook…crazy…

The official address is 1819 Mt. Olive Rd, but if you google map it you won’t get the right spot. Here’s where it actually is. The house will be built just east of the clump of trees in the middle. The old well is at the base of the big tree just west of that clump.

The farm is still unnamed. We're searching for inspiration.

Introductions and what's in a name.

Welcome to our blog! When we told people we were moving to Mississippi the first reaction was "huh?" When we followed that up by saying that Phil was going to start a small, sustainable farm the reaction was "you should write a blog.” So, here we are.

The aim of this blog is to keep you, our family and friends, updated on our life and experiences during this adventure. That means it might get kind of boring at times. It also means that we’re going to post whatever we feel like posting. You’ll likely get pictures of the house and farm as they start to take shape, our musings on life in a small southern town, recaps of our athletic adventures, and probably a little complaining too (it is us after all). We hope to post at least once a week, probably more if there are big exciting things happening (like the homecoming parade this weekend!).

Why did we call this blog “Challahs From the Old Well?” If you don’t know what a challah is, use that new-fangled intra-web that you’re on and do the google to it. If you haven’t had Sarah’s mom’s challah, then your life isn’t complete. Challah, pronounced with a deep gurgled h and not like cheese, comes from grain. Grain is grown on farms. On our farm there is an old Civil War-era well. So, this blog is just us, hollering up from our farm every now and then with our insights and reflections and maybe even a little nourishment. So, would a blog by any other name smell as sweet? Probably, but we like this one so we’re stickin’ to it.