R F D


{Rural Free Delivery]


Karl Eklund



Writing The Rural Life



A few years ago we decided to live together on a farm, Sally and I and the kids. Sally knew what she was doing and she owned a herd of goats, and the kids (human and goat) had no choice, and I figured that, even if I was a born and bred city boy, I could learn.

Along the way we had experiences: some difficult and others, when allowed to mature a bit, were somewhat amusing.

While we were surviving as best we could I was also trying to write. So when some friends decided to start a newspaper I figured I'd help out by filling half a tabloid page with some text that would serve as a column. Some were amusing, some were political and not quite universal, but the ones that seemed to be best appreciated were the ones about farm life. The column was called "RFD" after Rural Free Delivery, the postal service to the boondocks that was started in the great depression.

I wasn't paid for the columns (so I kept the copyright) but it was good exercise to write a column a week for the year or so that the Taunton (MA) Advocate lasted.

These pages are a collection of the best of the columns.



RFD 1: Pigs is Pigs The first page

RFD 2: Goats Will Be Goats Mostly about Hillary.

RFD 3: Queen Petunia Our Herd Queen.

RFD 4: Nursery StoryMostly about chickens.

RFD 5: Life Imitates Art Pigs again.

RFD 6: CarolingA christmas column

RFD 7: The Eisteddfod Folk nostalgia


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