Why Bluetooth Hollow?

Strange name, huh?

No, it has nothing to do with wireless technology.

Well, do we live in a place known as Bluetooth Hollow?

Actually, no. At the moment we live way up on a ridgetop in the middle of a state park..

The Bluetooth Hollow our little homestead is named for, is actually somewhere out on Center Hill Lake. It's a beautiful little inlet that's a great place to stop and fish (but if I told you where, I'd have to kill you - hey, just kidding........... or am I?).

All the hills and ridges and hollows around here were usually named for the people or families who lived there.

The remnants of an old homestead on the park

Bluetooth was the nickname of a man distantly related to my husband. His side of the family settled this area back in the late 1700's, only he didn't find this out until he came to work at this park back in 2002. How cool is that?

Back in Bluetooth's day the reservoir was still a big river, and his homestead sat high up on the bank. Nowadays it's underwater.

So how did this guy get the name "Bluetooth?"

As the story goes, one day he was yoking his oxen to plow a field. One of the oxen bucked its head, and the wooden yoke smacked him in the face, busting one of his teeth.

Instead of falling out, the tooth died and turned blue.

Hence the name.

So why on Earth would I be inspired to name a homestead after this silly and frankly, rather gross anecdote?

It's partially for the family ties, I suppose.

But there is another reason.

Bluetooth raised his own line of horses, back in the day. We don't know much about them, but we do know that they were highly prized by whoever had one. Unfortunately, this breed died out right along with him.

I chose this name as a reminder to cherish our heritage.

Cedar fence posts still standing from the days before the impoundment

Not just the history and the memory of the people who came before us; but to cherish their way of life, and the plants and animals that they nurtured, and in turn nourished them.

These organisms and the skills with which to harvest them, are disappearing all around us.

While I am encouraged by the resurgence of an interest in homesteading, this way of life is still in danger of fading away if we don't continue to raise awareness and support the cause.

That's the motivation behind what we do around here. We want to help preserve and promote these heritage breeds, as well as the homesteading skills that were secondhand to our ancestors.

Let's, all of us, put a little more thought into where our food comes from, and how it ends up on our plates.

How do we impact the land? How can we give back?

Follow along in our journey towards self-sufficiency, and learn about the critters that are helping us get there!


  1. I loved reading about the history! I too live in mid.tenn. I will be interested in your nzr. Love the colors!