Share what you know about the year you were born.
1990: The year history was made.
I’m not being boastful — that really was a commercial I remember from childhood, announcing The Simpsons as “the show that defined a decade” and giving my actual birthdate. Maybe that’s why the phrase stuck with me. It felt like the world and I arrived on the same wave of something new — a time buzzing with energy and change.
The world in 1990 was shifting fast. The Berlin Wall had just fallen, Nelson Mandela walked free after 27 years in prison, and for a while, it felt like anything was possible. At home in the U.S., George H. W. Bush was president, grunge was brewing in Seattle, and the first home computers were finding their way into family living rooms. Back then, families were swapping cassette tapes for computer disks, unaware of how much life was about to speed up.
I don’t remember those big events firsthand — my world then was much smaller. My earliest memories are of the dairy barn, helping with chores before sunrise. I’d carry buckets and gently clean udders before it was time to milk. The smell of hay, cows, and the cool morning air still lingers in my memory.
We also had a big garden that helped feed our family all year long. My parents even kept a separate garden just for potatoes — and we worked hard to fill the cellar every fall. Summer days were spent picking beans, baling hay, and gathering whatever the earth offered. My parents may not have been the most patient, but they taught me what perseverance looks like. If something needed doing, you didn’t wait around — you did the work. That mindset has never left me.
Now, decades later, those lessons have come full circle. These days, we can vegetables and fruits, raise our own pork, and tend our garden much like my family always did. Only now, I understand the meaning behind the work. Homesteading isn’t just about self-reliance. It’s about finding peace in the effort, purpose in the blisters, and gratitude in what each season provides.
So maybe 1990 really was the year history was made. It was also the year one farm kid began learning what it means to build a life from the ground up — shaped by family, faith, and the steady rhythm of work that still anchors me today.
Now it’s your turn. What year shaped you, and what lessons from your childhood still guide you today?
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A basket of freshly dug potatoes or preserved vegetables.
Vintage farm tools or a child helping with chores.
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