Nestled at the base of Paradise Ridge, in the rolling Palouse hills eight miles south of Moscow, lies a small organic farm, a place owned by a woman whose name is becoming very big: MaryJane Butters.

In the fall of 2003, Butters received a $1.3 million advance for her book, MaryJane’s Ideabook, Cookbook, Lifebook: for the farmgirl in all of us. The book, the first installment of a two-book deal, was released in May. Now that her publisher, Random House, is sending her on a national book tour this summer and dropping big bucks on full-page ads in the New York Times, fame is becoming a mixed blessing for Butters. She no longer jumps when journalists call. Nor when show business calls. She was recently offered a television series. She declined.

But she won’t mind if you call her MaryJane. Formalities just don’t fit this petite woman, dressed for the day in a white thermal shirt and black down coat and jeans, a red bandanna knotted around her neck. Her long blond hair, going silver around her face, is pulled back into a long braid. Shiny costume aquamarine earrings give her hands something to fiddle with while she talks.

Not your typical farmer
She’s a farmer, carpenter, entrepreneur, magazine publisher, photographer, and writer, hitting her stride now, at age 51, after an early career in the U.S. Forest Service. In the early 1970’s, she moved from Utah, her childhood home, to spend two summers in a fire lookout tower near Weippe. Then she spent two years at the Moose Creek Ranger Station in the Selway-Bitterroot Wilderness, working as the first female station guard in the Selway with its legendary fire control officer, Emil Keck.

After ending her Forest Service career, and with the idea of having a family beginning to stir, MaryJane moved with her husband to a ranch on the Snake River. And it was at that ranch, working as a farmhand, that she seized and held onto the dream of living on her own farm. She and her husband finally found her dream property in Latah County, and they moved there with their children, young Meg and baby Emil, in 1983. MaryJane was twenty-nine years old. “My place showed up one day as an ad: ‘Remote old homestead, five acres, orchard, well, $45,000.’ It had been rented to some Hell’s Angels and they’d spent a year throwing their garbage and beer cans out the back door,” MaryJane recalls.

MaryJane forged a strong relationship on the site, but it turned out to be with the land and her children. Her marriage felt apart after a year.

Two decades later, she laughs about the lot she had to deal with: a drafty old farmhouse with wood heat, an outhouse, and a baby in cloth diapers.

“My forest service experience prepared me for that life,” MaryJane recalls. “I knew how to split firewood. So you have to go to the bathroom in a bucket? That’s OK. So you can’t wash your clothes every day? That was OK too.” She insists, though, that she wasn’t a hippie, despite appearances. “I breastfed my kids, but it was on a schedule,” MaryJane said.

She paid the bills by working as a seamstress and an upholsterer, occupations that allowed her to work with her children nearby. Her worktable rested on sawhorses and the kids played “fort” underneath. A photograph from those early years in Idaho shows her milking a cow, wearing daughter Meg in a backpack, and smiling.

Not your typical farm
After visiting MaryJane’s five-acre farm, it’s easy to see why a person would want to hang on to it, running water or no. A twenty-minute drive from Moscow to the acreage is picturesque. Rolling past classic Craftsman farmhouses and a grassy trailer park, the road gently climbs out of fields into the pines, winding to the top of the ridge, where it presents you with a sudden, expansive view of the classic dune-like wheat fields of the Palouse stretching south towards the Snake River.

Glimpses of a brand new 10,000 square foot three-story “farmhouse” as you approach offer evidence that life has gotten more comfortable at the farm in the past few years.

A sign at the bottom of the iris-lined lane—“MaryJanesFarm: Living like we’ll die tomorrow, farming like we’ll live forever”—offers a philosophical welcome.

On this bright early spring day, a biting wind makes it more pleasant to be indoors, where most of the farm’s employees are keeping busy. In the basement of the new building, two employees are handling orders and bookkeeping. Nearby in a spotless and spicy-smelling work area a crew of three is mixing up a batch of one of MaryJane’s organic convenience food mixes, sold by mail order through her catalog, through outdoor stores like REI and Patagonia, and at health food stores nationwide.

MaryJane originated the idea to sell packaged instant organic falafel, what her kids called “Mom’s Awful Falafel” in its experimental stage, as a way to help some farmer acquaintances find a market for their organic garbanzo beans. The line now includes a wide variety of “office cuisine” and “backcountry cuisine” items such as corn salsa, no-cook curry rolls, African pea soup, and Nick’s couch potatoes (Nick Ogle is her husband, the farmer next door, whom she married in 1993). MaryJane has also revamped the comfort food of her Mormon childhood, offering an organic all-purpose baking mix, and an organic alternative to the trademarked Jell-O, called the ChillOver.

Finding sources of organic lentils, potatoes, and garbanzo beans has turned out to be more of a challenge than MaryJane imagined. Her own attempts to raise the raw products didn’t turn out well.

“The hang-up is in the processing. You just can’t find anyone to process a measly 2,000 pounds of garbanzos at a reasonable cost when they’re used to volumes closer to six million pounds,” she explains. “In order to process organic anything, they have to clean out the line—that takes a day—and then run mine. I’ve talked a few processors into it but after it was all said and done, they vowed they’d never do it again.” But the heirloom garlic and some of the herbs used to flavor the mixes are grown right on the farm, and she has found a regional source for organic flour, pasta and cheese.

In the early 1990s, MaryJane received what she considered to be a strong reaction from Idaho legislators and the powerful Idaho Farm Bureau Federation lobby [the Farm Bureau is Idaho’s largest agriculture lobby group] after she applied with the state’s agriculture department for the right to put “organic” on her packages of falafel. “This Farm Bureau guy growled at me, ‘You’re just trying to put ‘organic’ on the label and charge more for it, and we’re not going to let you do it because your food isn’t any different than ours,’ and they sure didn’t,” MaryJane recalls. Even so, she still speaks highly of her dealings with the Idaho Department of Agriculture.

“Although bureaucracy is always difficult, I was able to find individual employees, who, once they understood what we were about, were willing to help us,” MaryJane says. “And Idaho is much more open, much less regulated, when it comes to new things like agritourism or alternative agriculture. Idaho is a can-do kind of place.”

Things really have changed: the farm got a grant from the state a couple of years ago to work on turning mustard into bio-diesel; now MaryJane’s 1981 Mercedes runs on homegrown fuel. (The Mercedes, by the way, was recently painted coral pink, to match one of MaryJane’s favorite nail polish colors.) In March, MaryJane was a featured speaker on the topic of “The New Face of Agriculture on the Palouse” for a Moscow Chamber of Commerce agri-business forum, and in 2001 she received the Idaho Progressive Businessperson of the Year Award.

In another outbuilding several more employees laugh and chat as they share a pizza for lunch. The main room here is stocked with vintage-looking (MaryJane defines “vintage” as anything pre-dating the 1950s) aprons, pillows, purses, samplers, and other items made by rural women locally and throughout the U.S., available through her website and catalog.

Down a gravel path, just next to the barn, stands a former wreck of a shed, restored on the outside with corrugated steel, transformed on the inside into a gleaming stainless steel but still country-style kitchen, used for staff meals, recipe development, family gatherings, and photos.

In yet another building more employees are working, keeping company with enamelware dishes and wire baskets and other antiques lining the rafters: props for photo shoots, and inspiration for the design team that creates the combination magazine and catalog—and manages the very large website.

One of the more popular features on the website is the “Farmgirl Connection,” a bulletin board where rural women from all over the country (or wannabes) share everything from crochet patterns, to questions about how to raise goats. It’s just one of the ways MaryJane is attempting to re-create the close-knit support system she grew up with as a Mormon in Ogden, Utah. These days she does without any theological labels.

“The buzzword these days to describe what I had is ‘community,’” MaryJane writes in her book. “My parents had family, neighbors, and church members... I have my family, but for daily neighboring, I have farmhands and employees whom I love dearly. For church, I have shareholders.”

Not your typical entrepreneur
On this April day, MaryJane and her staff admire the glossy proofs from the new four-hundred-page book they’ve just finished—the book that would be published by Random House in May. The advance money she received for the book last fall helped build the imposing new “FarmHouse,” still awaiting plumbing, wiring, and finish work. When it’s done, it will consolidate all the various farm workspaces under one roof, and include a small bed and breakfast as well as MaryJane’s living quarters. Having just spent six months writing her book, often getting only three or four hours sleep a night, MaryJane’s in no hurry to get the building done.

“My most recent brush with almost going under was after 9-11 [2001]. Just before that happened, my monthly sales of my backpacking line hit $35,000 a month. One year after 9-11, they had slowly dwindled to $1,800 a month. The first thing people do in a recession is cut back on their food budget,” MaryJane said. “I had to lay off employees, I thought my time was up, everything finished. My banker was talking about a farm auction. So I won’t be taking out a bank loan to finish the FarmHouse project. I just don’t want to be in that position again.”

MaryJane is no stranger to asking for money, but she’s careful about to whom she appeals for help. Patagonia founder Yvon Chouinard helped her out with a loan when she was starting out, but MaryJane talks about the dozens of friends who came to her aid in the lean times.

“Since 1993, sixty-five people, our shareholders, have breathed life into my farm by writing out checks that total well over a million dollars,” MaryJane says in her book. Now that the immediate threat of going under has passed, shareholders are receiving dividends in the form of fresh vegetables, free-range eggs, and overnight stays in the farm’s wall tents, which are available for paying guests at over $100 per night.

“Our shareholders are glad to see their extra money doing something good,” MaryJane said.

She encourages others to try her method of raising funds, if they’re willing to do the substantial homework required. The state of Idaho, she says, provided her with brochures and instructions. “Not only that, but they encouraged me and truly wanted me to succeed.”

“We support what MaryJane is doing,” says Pullman, Washington resident and shareholder Richard Old, who was profiled in MaryJane’s magazine in 2002. “She’s working to find a way for local farmers to really practice sustainable agriculture here. Helping her achieve that goal will help protect the Palouse I love so much.”

MaryJane herself doesn’t have a savings account or 401K, preferring to keep money flowing, working as a catalyst for social change. She has a dream that rural women, who are buying land in higher numbers than ever before, can transform the rural economy, maybe even save the family farm.

Part of the strategy, and why she’s invested so much energy into her own MaryJane brand, is what she calls “putting a face to food.” She hopes that someday people value food enough to pay farmers for its true costs. She wants to see lots of farmers, and especially women, do the same things she’s done, and more.

“Women have the imaginations to see how things can be done differently, and they are less afraid of change, of trying something new,” MaryJane said. “Grow the ingredients for salsa to sell at the Farmers’ Market, give salsa making workshops, and then toss in salsa dance lessons. That’s the kind of thing we have to do to make it work.”

A new, old kind of school MaryJane has set up a kind of farmer apprentice program for those who’d like some hands-on experience before taking the farming plunge: the Pay Dirt Farm School. The curriculum, and length of the program, is individualized for each student.

“I find out about a student’s land, what they want to accomplish, whether they like the harvest or planting side of things, or if they want to turn it back into prairie…and we work out a program for their time here at the farm,” MaryJane said.

Moscow farmer Patrick Vaughan, formerly in the Army for twenty years, says of his Pay Dirt experience: “ As I have a family, I was given the flexibility to come out to the farm one or two days a week, ready to work. A mid-day meal prepared by all on the farm crew provided an opportunity to discuss the work we were performing and to ask questions. I was given a comprehensive book on organic farming and was required to read it and take notes on each chapter. I got to witness and participate in the seasonal progression on the farm; from the first conceptual lay out of row crops and seed-ordering while there was still snow on the ground, to the dusty, sweaty harvest season. I learned that I do love the work, and I know this because I did it, not just studied about it.”

Happy to be here
MaryJane looks forward to her daughter, Meg, and son-in-law, Luke, moving back to the farm this summer; they will work on the product development side of the business.

“I’m getting calls from people wondering if they can put ‘MaryJane’ on their doll or their silverware divider, and I ask, ‘Where’s it made?’ and they’ll say, ‘China,’ and I just won’t do it,” MaryJane says. “I want to keep people around here employed.”

She’s happy, too, to have her son Emil, formerly an auto mechanic, working on the farm. With her husband Nick’s 650 acres right next door making the transition to organic, and her adult children nesting nearby, MaryJane is hopeful about her small farm’s future.

“Meg gets to come with me on the book tour, and then we’ll come home, and I don’t care if I ever leave again,” MaryJane says. “I moved to Idaho because it had a lot of wilderness, a lot of open spaces, and good land, and it still does,” MaryJane said. “The rural dream is alive here. It can still be done.”

Carol Price Spurling lives in Moscow. This article, in whole and in part, is the copyrighted work of the author. For information about reprinting, contact writer@plumassignment.net.