Who Am I?
Amy Rose, mountain town homesteader, community-food system strategist, storyteller, self-taught web developer.
Long Story “Short”
I came into this beautiful world in the winter of 1990, and joining my mom, dad, and brother in Washington, D.C. home. We moved away from the hustle and bustle of the city when I was five, but within those few pivotal years, I learned a lot as an urban dweller. I preferred sushi and curry to grilled cheese and chicken nuggets. I appreciated the need for green space and had immense compassion for the homeless. I was taught to have your wits about you on public transportation and to always teach the person to fish. I watched my grandmother host dinner for political elites, all the while being more concerned that the food scraps would be composted, the metal and paper recycled, and the plastic be reused. I learned early on to clean and reuse plastic bags from cereal boxes, and that paper towels are for emergencies only.
I remember visiting family friends, just outside the city, who homesteaded and I daydreamed that, one day, my life would be like that. She’d always carry around extra bags to pick up trash and recycling along the busy urban roads. My grandmother told me stories of the depression, living as a first generation Jewish girl in Blackfoot, Idaho. I just always associated frugality with eco-consciousness, but moving to Michigan opened up my eyes to a whole new world.
When I was a teenager, I quickly realized that not everyone was raised like this. I was afforded a life where the farmers market was our first stop for groceries, where greens where always on the plate, and where herbs were used for sickness before going to a doctor. For many years, I assumed this was based in frugality, not luxury, but I’ve come around to realize that I’m lucky to live like this. I’m lucky that recycling, cooking from scratch, supporting local farmers, and healing myself was engrained in my belief system from an early age. It comes naturally to me, even more so when I removed the layers and layers of disillusion I faced after rebelling from the “way”.
In my early 20s, I had the realization that the urban life wasn’t for me. I packed up everyone I could fit in my 4-Runner and headed west, into the Rocky Mountains. I landed in a little piece of paradise known as Sun Valley, Idaho. I started working for a pasture-raised lamb company and immediately fell in love with all things high desert. I also fell in love with my now husband, Chris. We spent some time exploring the West, only to find ourselves back in Hailey, Idaho, in the cabin he spent his early years calling home.
For the last three years, I’ve continued my work in community-based food system work, while developing my skills in the kitchen and garden. We’ve kept our eye on property in our general area, with our heart set on a little town called Fairfield, Idaho…population 416. We dream of a dairy cow, a chicken flock, and a prairie to call our own. Until then, we’re committed to developing our knowledge, resource, and community capital.