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Jean Curthoys's avatar

Thank you. This is superb. As a city based academic, I’d never thought much about the land. I was profoundly moved by The Need to be Whole. Your account sharpens its message. I hope both become more widely read.

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In my late 20s I bought 38 acres in Green County, Kentucky with the rather naive prospect of becoming a farmer. I was raised in Louisville and Cincinnati, a kid from the suburbs, to be sure, but I had read nearly everything that Berry had written, and I loved to garden. My move to rural Kentucky was my attempt to step towards some sort of wholeness which I felt utterly lacking in my life at the time. The rigors of farming where known to me, but only through abstraction. Now, I was in it and learning the hard way through a litany of ‘failures’ that I will leave to your imagination. In despair, I wrote a letter to Mr. Berry with no expectation of reply.

A few weeks later, I received a phone call. “This is Wendell Berry,” said the voice through the receiver. “Hahaha....Bullshit!,” says I. I figured it was a friend playing a prank on me, but turns out it WAS Wendell Berry. I cannot remember what we talked about, but the upshot was an invitation to come to his house in Port Royal. I accepted and went, of course, and I spent a delightful hour with he and his wife which included a little tour of his farm on the banks of the Kentucky River. “A formative experience” doesn’t come close to describing my visit, something I have carried with me for 23 years. I found Mr. Berry to be gracious and generous, and I am forever grateful to him.

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