I see where you are going Ibon but I’m just not sure the reality of the simple life will ever hold sway over bright lights and big city – even if the lights are tallow candles.
Firstly, small town life has always been more
Main Street than
Mayberry and given a choice, I think young people will opt for the anonymity and perceived excitement of city life.
Second, as someone posted (NordicThroa?) the reality of the back-to-the-land movement was generation of youth looking to do exactly what kids always do, exactly the opposite of their parents wishes – but it was enabled solely because that generation was the richest and best educated in history. They didn’t go pick apples because they had to; they did it because they could.
Another problem I see is the shrinking supply of old farms as well as tools and implements suited to the small-scale outfit. I can testify to the value of buying a place that has been worked for years; regardless of condition. If one can simply look hard at an old farm they can learn quite a bit about what works and what doesn’t.
Of course given sufficient capital and knowledge, one could build from scratch, make mistakes, rebuild, redo and remodel until things worked – but again, the point here is necessity not recreation so assets and time may not be in large supply.
I’m getting OT – just ruminating I guess, kind of an overcast, dreary morning.
At any rate I understand the point. I’ve posted similar ideas before (though not as eloquently as you have) simply because it seems like the best course for those with the basic abilities. It may be years before the change pays off or it may be that it never will - who knows?
Many times as I’m building or doing something around the place I wonder if my kids or grandkids will need or want to leave the city and whether what I’m doing will be of value to them. On the one hand I hope it will be and on the other I hope they will get to make the choice.
So I'll end with the lyrics that have been in my head since the first line of this post - Jimmy Reed I think
Bright light, big city, gone to my baby's head
Whoa, bright lights, big city, gone to my baby's head
I tried to tell the woman, but she don't believe a word I said
The legitimate object of government, is to do for a community of people, whatever they need to have done, but can not do, at all, or can not, so well do, for themselves -- in their separate, and individual capacities.
-- Abraham Lincoln, Fragment on Government (July 1, 1854)