Mrs. Herman B. Barnes from Zavilla, Tex.:
In these parts, hardly a day goes by that we farmers and
ranchers don't barter something , because so
many little things can lead to a swap.
Sometimes it's no more than a mess of fresh greens from
your neighbor that starts it. Not to be outdone, you even
the score with a sack of ground cornmeal, and so it goes.
But, besides these small everyday trades, I can recall many
larger-scale swaps that have taken place down through the
The first bigger deal I ever transacted started out as a
joke. During a visit I paid to a neighbor lady, her son
commented about a young paint colt he'd seen at our house.
I laughed and said, "Yes, and I know a boy with a very
pretty calf. How about trading with me?"
Two or three days later, the young fellow and his parents
turned up at our place, wanting to know if we'd really
trade our colt for their calf, as the boy wouldn't let his
folks rest! Not only did we all have a good laugh ... my
family got both a nice steer for the freezer and the
satisfaction of watching a happy lad grow up with his
Glen and Rita Dyer from Victoria, Tex.:
When anyone expresses an interest in the goods we have to
offer from our small farm, our first question is always,
"What do you have to trade?" The least welcome response is
"Money," and over the years we've swapped everything from
eggs and turnip greens for pecans and oranges to a
no-longer-used heater for a brake job on our pickup. The
whole concept adds an exciting dimension to our lives.
Recently we had an architect draw plans for a home to be
built on our acreage. After we took him a gallon of creamy
milk in appreciation of his "above and beyond" help, he
insisted in setting up a schedule of milk deliveries to
serve as his fee! Now, as the house is being built, we're
negotiating similar trades for the electrical wiring, the
plumbing, and even some of the construction materials. It
all adds up to a substantial saving on the cost of our new
We've discovered, in short, that nearly everyone is open to
barter if we make the first move.
Tony Lagera from Corning, Calif.:
I was born and raised in the city, so for me barter was
just a word in history books. Then we moved to the country
... and I found out that the exchange of goods and
services — with no money involved — is a living concept.
Our first trade happened the time we needed some lumber
moved. We had butchered a hog, and there was a young man
who had some extra time ... so we arranged to exchange some
of his spare hours for some of our fresh pork.
Also, we've already swapped surplus peaches for baby
calves, and three piglets we raised brought us building
lumber and some olive trees with which we've enclosed our
And remember ... we're new at this!
Earl M. Clough from Rosedale, W. Va.:
Just before I moved to this state, a fellow who was short
of cash asked me to swap my sports car for his
four-wheel-drive truck. Now, three years later, the West
Virginia hills and mud have nearly worn the get-you-through
machine out ... but I'd have lost that low-slung Fiat on
the first unpaved road.
Then I was offered a Tri-Sport with its motor taken apart,
in lieu of money owed to me. I carried it home on the top
of my station wagon, a neighborhood boy put it back
together, and I traded it for a nine-foot patio door.
Most recently, after I'd moved a mobile home onto our
acreage, I needed the wheel assembly cut out from under the
building. For this reason, I was interested in talking a
deal when a young fellow who makes spinning wheels came by
to ask about some walnut logs we'd felled while bringing in
electrical lines. I told the craftsman he could have them
if he'd do my wheel cutting and then build me a trailer
from the axles we'd have left over. He did a fine job for
me ... and hasn't even come to pick up his walnut yet!
Well, that's the way we do things here in West Virginia ...
and, until I started reading MOTHER, I'd never even thought
of it as barter!
Russell J Anderson from North Amherst, Mass.:
Incubating eggs has been a hobby of mine for quite some
time. So when my college roommate (an animal science major
like me) discovered an opportunity to buy goose eggs last
spring we both thought that hatching them would be
a real challenge in our little machines. We immediately
contacted the people who'd advertised the sale, but the
couple volunteered to give us some of the goose
eggs if we'd incubate some birds for them, too.
Though only a few of the eggs finally hatched (they weren't
very fertile) the deal still turned out great. We
discovered that the folks were also interested in starting
other projects with animals, but knew very little about
keeping different species. Since we wanted to raise some
critters ourselves (but couldn't think of it while we lived
in an apartment), it took us very little time to arrange a
swap: our know-how in taking care of rabbits, pigeons,
guinea pigs, chickens, quail, geese, and ducks ... in
return for space on their farm.
But best of all, we developed another close friendship ...
and all because of barter.
Mrs. Richard Thoms from Scottsville, N.Y.:
For my husband and me, trading is a way of life.
Last week we swapped a six-pack of beer for a deer that had
been killed by a car, then gave part of the venison to a
friend for his help in butchering the animal.
It's no trouble — and takes little time — for
us to ready our gardening neighbors' plots with our tractor
and plow, and deliver some rich manure from our barnyard
pile while we're at it. In return, we receive wonderful
fresh produce ... some of it already processed, labeled,
and ready for the freezer.
We recently revived the time-honored custom of horse
trading, too, when we found ourselves with a registered
Morgan that needed professional training, a mare we wanted
to breed, and a younger mare for sale. We found new friends
who took a fancy to the filly and were willing to give us
10 months of training and the stud services of their good
"show stallion" for her.
To me, the greatest thing about our trades is that they're
tax free. Not only do we need less taxable income in order
to get by, but there's no sales tax on swaps!
Dale Bradford from Licking, Mo.:
The year before last I gave up my cushy but stifling
government job and moved back to the country. One of my
first projects was a solar-heated cabin ... a place free
from television, where I could think about life.
It became time to furnish my little hide-away about the
same time tax returns were due to be prepared. My own forms
were easy for a change, because I didn't have much to put
on them. But a couple I knew were in a considerably more
complicated situation. Since I'd had some training and
experience in tax law while working for Uncle Sam, they
asked me to do their computations for them. After some talk
we made a deal: I would prepare their return and they would
find a good used rocking chair for my cabin.
The outcome was that, with my specialized knowledge, I was
able to save them $200 which the government would otherwise
have spent on missiles. That in itself was satisfying. But,
in addition, I now have a high-backed rocking chair which
is not only handsome but represents the permanent presence
of those two friends in my home. That's something you don't
get with cash.
Mary Wild from Sacramento, Calif.:
My husband and I have been swapping our labor and skills to
get the things we need for quite a while now. To us, it
seems such a natural way to live.
I had always wanted to learn to ride and train horses, for
instance, and one day my wish came true when a friend
offered to give me the lessons I couldn't afford in
exchange for a complete weekly cleaning of her barn.
My spouse, who used to be a carpenter, built a shop for his
dentist in return for dental work of equal value. A few
months later, he built a covered patio for my dentist, to
"pay" for the extraction of my wisdom teeth.
Now my husband's running a motorcycle repair shop, where he
finds trades especially easy to transact. The latest one
was with a customer (now a friend) who put in all the leach
lines at our new place in exchange for the rebuilding of
his two "bikes."
These are only a few examples of our swapping successes.
Enough, though, to demonstrate that, in the game of barter,
Merle G. Yoder from Tomah, Wis.:
Since we farm the old way — with horses — and
put loose hay in the barn, it's easier if there's more than
one doing the work. So my brother-in-law and I help each
other with the hay. One loads up in the field while the
other one unloads and mows the hay back in the barn. We
also cooperate when it comes to grain threshing and silo
I recently picked some of my father-in-law's apples for
him, as he can't climb trees. For my trouble, he gave me 7
of the 14 bushels I harvested.
Then there was the time I needed help with some different
jobs I had to do, and a friend of mine wanted to buy a
certain horse I had but couldn't raise the necessary cash.
He traded me his labor for the horse, and we both came out
And here's another swap that works: This is hilly country,
and my neighbor has trouble getting to one of his fields.
So he gave me a hard-to-find wheel rim that I urgently
needed, and now I let him cross my land for easier access
to his tract.
Maureen Dionne from St. Urbain de Charlevoix, Que. Canada:
Our neighbor has a dairy cow that gives six quarts a day,
which is more than the fellow's small family can use. So
we've been offered the privilege of milking the old girl
each evening, in exchange for an infrequent barn cleanup.
And since three daily quarts is a little much for
us , we occasionally give some of Bossy's
abundance to another local acquaintance in exchange for a
hot bath (we're still a little primitive on our place).
Here are just a few of the other rewarding trades we've
been able to make: For removing someone's old wood stove,
we had our pork smoked. For repairing our current house, we
had the rent reduced. And my husband has been helping a
friend chop and haul his wood, thereby ensuring our own
winter fuel supply.
I feel good inside when people come to us and offer their
help. I know they know that we'll always return
Michael McMullen from Santa Margarita, Calif.:
Our cabin site — a shelf bulldozed out of a hillside
— was just big enough for the dwelling plus a very
small garden. We wanted more level ground for parking and
additional growing space, but the proposed excavation
— we found — would cost more than our budget
Then, one afternoon when I had stopped at the local tavern
for a cold one, I met the general foreman for a nearby
utility company construction job. It was the start of the
rainy season, and the fellow was bemoaning the fact that
his equipment yard was becoming a sea of mud. Worse yet,
his request to the county for permission to dig surfacing
material from an unused county facility had been denied.
Well, I got to thinking, "The subsoil exposed at my place
had all been decomposed granite. Hmmm ......
And that led me to tell the foreman I needed a little
excavating done and that he was welcome to all the fill
material he wanted to haul away. Result: A couple of days
later a bulldozer, a front-end loader, and several dump
trucks appeared and went to work. Within a few days the
size of our cabin and garden site had been doubled, the
equipment yard got a good surfacing, and everyone was
Mary Hamilton from Bremerton, Wash.:
Last Christmas my sister was given a lovely basket,
hand-woven of cedar bark like the ones the Indians of this
area used to make. That gift led me to a kind of
exchange that just might be unique.
I made inquiries, and eventually found the basket's weaver,
a 97-year-old Indian woman who had learned the art by
watching her mother and grandmother at work. She was still
going strong at her craft, but it had become difficult for
her to gather the bark, reeds, and grasses she needed.
It wasn't long before we came to an unspoken agreement: She
would teach me to weave baskets, and I would provide the
time, energy, and transportation involved in gathering the
materials (an education in itself).
It's working out great. My new friend is able to continue
her work, and I'm learning the precious, disappearing art
of Northwest Indian basketry ... and, in the process,
getting to know a beautiful old woman with a rich cultural
Kathleen Gordinier from Walworth, N.Y.:
A year ago we made the move to the country ... a move that
greatly changed (for the better!) our attitudes about
The bartering started in the spring. My father wanted a big
garden, but had no way to ready his chosen area. So I
painted the trim of our neighbor's new barn, and he plowed
and disced Dad's plot.
I soon struck another bargain with the same good neighbor.
Our grapevines won't produce a harvest for another year or
two, but thanks to him we haven't gone without grapes. For
doing the work on his vines (pruning, fertilizing, etc.) I
was given half the yield. So we not only had luscious fresh
fruit, but surplus grapes to give to my brothers, who make
wine. We also took them lots of empty bottles, and when the
vino is aged we'll get a few of those bottles back, full.)
Another of my favorite swaps has helped me get started on a
new hobby: fiddling! I had the fiddle, but it needed
strings and a new bow. So, in return for some babysitting,
the folks across the road (who own a music store) gave me
everything I lacked.
Not bad for one year into the new life!
Andy Schmelling from Azores, Portugal:
Where we live (on a small island surrounded by a great
ocean) you wouldn't expect there to be a premium value on
fish. Yet, in the two years we've been here, my wife and I
have found that the 15 other families in our agriculturally
based village particularly prize seafood.
One evening, coming home from fishing, I decided I had a
larger catch than we could eat. So I stopped at some
neighbors' houses to share my surplus. The recipients were
very pleased, and thanked me with wine.
The real surprise, however, came the next morning when we
went to buy milk. Not only did our neighbors refuse to be
paid ... they threw in a fresh cheese besides! And, later,
we were brought gifts of bread, eggs, and sweet potatoes.
Naturally, I've been seeing to it ever since that our extra
fish go to appreciative homes and, to be honest, the whole
thing has gotten completely out of hand. I recently poured
a cement floor and the five men who worked with me all day
refused to accept anything for their labors but a cup of
wine. My wife is even becoming too embarrassed to go
shopping because, it seems, hardly anyone will allow us to
pay for anything anymore!
The Dixons from Lompoc, Calif.:
When you're tucking away all the cash you can save toward
the purchase of that long-dreamed-of homestead, swapping
becomes a necessary part of your life.
In the past year alone, our instances of successful trades
have included a goat for a quilt, repairs made on a car for
patched blue jeans, and a doctor's assistance at our son's
birth for gardening work.
Now our community has initiated a barter directory, in
which people can list their names and the skills or items
that they want to exchange.
I guess we should be checking the guide to find someone
who has land to swap ... then we could forget about the
money for that, too!