From the North 40: Peasantry without drudgery

I was born to be a peasant.

Well, OK, not one of those indentured, do whatever the boss-man tells me to do kind of serfs. I have it on good authority from just about every one of my family members and my husband, who shall remain nameless, that I don’t follow orders very well. But there was a class of landowning peasants with whom I would have fit in nicely.

I come fully equipped by Mother Nature with large peasantish hands, feet and muscles, along with the broad shoulders and swarthy, heavy-boned build prized among the early working class, but most importantly, I have the mindset of a peasant...