The Origin of Huckleberry: The saying “I’m your huckleberry” was 19th century slang which meant something along the lines of “I’m the one you’re looking for… I’m the person for the job.” However, the original use of “huckleberry” to refer to a person is believed to have been applied more with the botanical characteristics of the huckleberry in mind. A huckleberry is a small and insignificant berry native to the Americas, thus an individual known as a “huckleberry” was someone inconsequential, humble, or minor.
Our Sweet Huckleberry was raised in the southern Appalachians on a quasi-homestead known as Maypop Farm. The property had previously been an abandoned wreck, but was restored to wonder through the hard work and creativity of Huck’s parents, Mamabear and Papasnap.
As a kid, Huck occasionally maintained a haphazard radish patch in the family garden but was more often found swimming in the little pond, riding horses bareback, and wreaking the usual havoc across the land. Now having struck out on her own adventures, she is finding her way back to her roots…. but in an urban setting. This blog chronicles her attempts to plant, cook, build, and adventure, and generally continue along the Huckleberry Way.
Trained in historic preservation and American folklore, Huck now works for National Park Service in the Nation’s Capital. She has a love of antiques, vernacular architecture, old time banjos, scrap booking, and shepherd’s pie. She dreams of 40 acres and a mule, but is getting by with various urban homesteading projects such as gardening, raising urban chickens, food preservation, and more.
Whether tanning animal skins, learning to use a jackhammer for the first time, building a chicken coop at midnight, or experimenting with “home brew,“ it’s never a dull moment in the Land of the Huckleberry…
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