Kym Kemp / Monday, Nov. 19, 2012 @ 1:49 p.m. / Blogging
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Kym Kemp / Sunday, April 15, 2012 @ 7:08 p.m. / Blogging
The Humboldt Bachelorette is a mysterious single female blogger with a sense of humor and feet firmly planted in North Coast soil. She talks about the pitfalls of small town dating and offers some friendly tips. Here’s an excerpt from one of my favorite pieces:
Soon I’m being flirted with by a couple of hometown heroes, friends of my brothers. I’m not interested. Not that they’re not nice, but, well, you’d have to add them together to get a full set of teeth. And I don’t feel like doing the complicated research to find out whether or not we’re related.
She has a new post out about how to meet men in Humboldt that is actually quite practical. And the captions to the photos are laugh out loud funny.
Kym Kemp / Thursday, Dec. 1, 2011 @ 7:47 a.m. / Blogging
The vast newsrooms of the Redheaded Blackbelt haven’t moved (I’m still sitting in my 6’ x8’ office/pantry which I share with my son most hours of the day) but nonetheless there has been a shift. Lost Coast Outpost, the blog, and the Lost Coast radio family KHUM, KSLUG, the Point, and KXGO and little ole me are joining together.
Wow, the big paycheck, the bustling newsrooms…nope. I’m not moving. And, to start with, no money is changing hands (shucks!) In reality, not much is changing especially for my readers. Most obviously, the look on this blog has changed (I love the new banner with photo I took from home.) Hank Sims, one of the most respected newsmen on the North Coast, designed the site and will be helping me with computer issues as well as he and the folk at Lost Coast Radio will collaborate with me on stories occasionally (we’re currently working on a radio podcast series). My posts here will also simultaneously appear on the Lost Coast Outpost blog. And comments made on my posts there will appear here as well as vice versa. So you can read and respond to the posts there if you like.
I’m looking forward to this collaboration. Thanks to everyone at LoCo. You’ve all made me feel welcomed—Especially thanks to Patrick Cleary, Mike Dronkers and Chuck Rogers.
The homesteads of Humboldt and the North Coast share the same lack of paint and that is about all. There is something so charming in their variations that you can’t help love them be they masterpiece or mess. A woman who grew up on one of these homesteads has begun a new blog and I’ve fallen in love again. She meanders through moments from then to her homesteading city life now with equal grace. She speaks about the homes of her childhood in her first post,
It was gray, like all the houses in the mountains. No one bothered to paint the wood, so all the houses ended up the same weathered color. But, that is where the similarities ended. Every house up in the mountains is as unique as a finger print. They go every which way, sprawling out in whatever direction the builder felt like adding a room onto. Usually, the rooms followed a view, or a stream bed, or even a tree.
She speaks about her quiet life in her city homestead in her third post,
Such city dogs! It rains once in a blue moon here and they start up with peeing in the house, then slowly relearn that they need to pee outside but choose the deck rather than get their arses cold for too long by making their way all the way to the dirt. I was better about peeing outside at 3 than they are!
There is something so charming about her writing as she alights on the past or moves to the present that she is sure to delight–especially those who love the simple joys of life.
We made our way back home, down the mountainside, across the creek, and back up the other side to our little A-frame home. The journey had taken over two hours and I was hungry! My mom poured my brother and I each a glass of milk, and we eagerly drank it. It was the sweetest milk we’d ever had! Then my mom took out the jar of cream showed us how to shake the jar back and forth, back and forth. We each took turns, dancing around the small living room, shaking our bodies as much as we shook the jar. Finally, after what felt like forever, the cream in the jar began to coagulate. Little white lumps began to form within the cream. Not too long after that, the lumps formed one large lump and the butter milk separated from the butter. My mom let us taste the butter milk, yucky! Then we tasted the butter. Yum! No salt, but so delicious! We had to wait for the bread to finish baking, which my mom had put into the little propane oven while my brother and I shook the cream.
To pass the time, she pulled out her guitar and we took turns strumming and making up songs. Before we knew it, the aroma of fresh baked bread wafted from the kitchen and filled the house. We could barely wait! My mom carefully cut a slice for each of us and spread the soft butter onto the bread. She showed us how to blow on the bread to cool it and we watched the butter melt into the fluffy whole wheat golden slices. Finally, we took a bite and it was the culmination of a journey I would never forget.
Homemade bread and handcrafted reminisces await you at Harmony in the Hills.
Photo from Harmony’s blog Don’t you love the ubiquitous rubber boots. Every little hippie kid had them and most of the Redneck kids, too.
This morning’s storms have caused what 101’s recording is calling ” a system wide outage.” According to another source a piece of equipment has been hit by lightning. 101 in the Salmon Creek area is still working (Thank God! I’m an addict and could suffer withdrawal otherwise.)
UPDATE:Sprowl Creek 101 Netlink was down but is back up. Probably Garberville is too.