
My wife and I are from the suburbs of Pittsburgh. We grew up there. But my parents are from West Virginia. My dad grew up poor on the farm in the hills of WV. When I was young, I would stay sometimes at the farm and help my grandmother (granny). I always loved being on the farm and helping out. It was soothing. Plus it helped being able to explore the land (about 200 acres).
In short, my wife and I moved and we bought some land. It reminded me of when I was young. Since being on the farm and seeing how my dad grew up, opened my eyes to many things. My dad considered himself a redneck, since he was a redneck that makes me an Urban Redneck.
We never lost sight of our roots. We like to work on the homestead, build things out of wood, garden, cook, can, and sit around the firepit and enjoy life.
Some say that the word Redneck is offensive. My dad didn't think it was and neither do I.
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DEDICATED TO: All the folks who know the value of hard work, good humor, and homegrown pride.
For everyone who keeps America honest — one job, one laugh, and one sunrise at a time.
I built My Urban Redneck to honor the people and places that raised me — where a promise is kept, work starts early, and pride is earned by the calluses on your hands. Keep it honest, keep it useful, and keep it American.
— Gary
Founder, My Urban Redneck
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