Musically Inclined


I am not going to link to this, because it involves the children. If you want to find it, you can go to Nicole’s Blessed Little Homestead page and find it.

It’s a video of one of the boys, holding the baby (because we all hold babies while trying to play a musical instrument), and plunking about on their badly, badly out-of-tune piano.

The boy is not “practicing.”  He is plunking about.


I have a whole lot to say about this.

First, the child is not “talented.”  Nobody could possibly tell by that little bit of messing about whether he is musically inclined or not.

Second, he is not an autodidact.  He knows nothing. Absolutely nothing.

And that last paragraph just made me want to beat my head against the wall until it bleeds.

Wanna hear a piano?  Just listen.  In this recording, Nathan is not only playing the piano and doing the vocals. He is also playing the guitar, both lead and bass, and doing all the background vocals. The only tracks on that recording that are not Nathan are the drum tracks (he was a terrible drummer and knew it, so he didn’t even try).

He was not born knowing how to do any of that.

When he was about six years old, his father asked a music professor at our local community college for some advice about music lessons for Nate. The prof told him to wait until Nate was around eight, until we were sure that he not only could count well, but had some sense of basic rhythm, and had some basic math skills down (music is mathematical).  And then to start him with piano lessons.

So we bought a piano. At the time, it was a huge expense for us and something we shopped for diligently.  It was not new, but in good shape. And we had it properly tuned.

nate at piano

There is Nathan with his piano.

He never asked for lessons.  We had no idea whether he had any talent or not. We just provided him with the opportunity to learn.

Our reasoning was that even if he didn’t have any inclination at all, just the rigor required to learn the basics would be good for him. He would have to learn a skill that is quite difficult, involving a lot of fine motor movement, and he would have to practice daily, regularly, to see any progress.

At the same time, he decided that he wanted to play Little League ball. So, we signed him up and I carted him to practice once a week as well.

nate ball

So, he did one hard thing that he asked to do, play ball.  He did another hard thing that he did not ask to do, play piano.

And he’s sitting there, looking cute enough to eat, holding that trophy with the dirty smudge on his ball pants, obviously a champion ball player.  Right?


The trophy is real, but here’s the back story.

Nathan was the worst ball player in the history of the game.  The worst.  Terrible.  He couldn’t run. He never could run.  Even grown, we all laughed at Nathan running. He simply was not coordinated.

One of his friends once said that when Nate was conceived, all the coordination in his body went straight into his hands, with nothing left.

Anyway, he happened to have the world’s finest Little League coach.  The man was simply phenomenal.  He understood little boys.  And he knew Nathan was terrible, but he tolerated him and didn’t laugh at him too much and made the experience pleasant.

One problem was that Nate didn’t understand the game at all. And he didn’t really care. So if you put this kid who didn’t care in the outfield (which is what you do with the really bad players), he would just stare at the sky or examine the grass and daydream the whole game away.

And he couldn’t hit the ball with the bat to save his life. It was painful to watch.

But, remember, all this time, while he was struggling with ball playing, he was also practicing piano.  And there he was excelling.  He took to it like he was born to it.  I had to nag and fuss and remind him to practice at first, because it was hard and it didn’t sound great, but he gradually started to enjoy it because he slowly began to make sounds that were actually good.

He transferred the lessons he was learning about perseverance from piano to softball. He began to go outside with a ball and his mitt and throw the ball against the foundation of the basement (in the back of the house, it was a whole story), catch it when it bounced off, or chase it when he didn’t catch it, and do it again. I can still hear that ball hitting the house over and over again. Every day, for a hour or so.

He got his dad to help him with his batting.  Again and again.

And now you want to read about how he improved his game dramatically and it was all because of the piano lessons.

Only he didn’t.

He was still pretty terrible.  Not quite as bad as in the beginning, but basically awful.  And we all knew it. Everyone on the team knew it.

The day came for the championship game of the season.  [This sounds like some made-for-TV movie, but it’s true.] His team was up against some other team for the championship, and that was not thanks to Nathan at all.  He had just sort of tagged along for the ride.

And it was down to the wire. The bottom of the ninth inning, the score tied with three boys on base, and two outs, and Nathan came up to bat.

I wanted to die right there in the stands.  His dad wasn’t there that day (something that still brings him to tears if we talk about it) because he had to work and Nathan was so terrible at ball that it didn’t matter.

But I could hear the groans from the parents all around me. “Oh, no,” one father said. “There’s the game and the trophy, gone,” said another parent. My heart sank to my toes.

Nathan got up to bat.

To my complete shock, that kid hit a home run.

It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw, I think. The parents all around me went bananas. I had already gone into hysterics. And the coach, a great big bear of a man, ran out onto the field and picked Nate up and hugged him and then the team put him on their shoulders and carried him off the field.

It was the only game where Nathan knew who won when we got in the car.

To be very fair, his home run was due in large part to complete incompetency on the part of the outfielders on the other team (they had their own players of Nathan’s caliber), but nobody cared about that.

So what does this have to do with anything?

In neither case was Nathan an autodidact.  Nicole loves that word, but it’s bullshit. In both ball playing and music, he had teachers.  Like gardening, there is no reason to begin with nothing and have to build a foundation all over again.  It’s quite possible to get instruction and skip the mistakes of others.

Back then, we had no idea that our son would become a career musician. Not a single clue.  We knew for certain in a very short time that he was not going to be a professional ball player, though.

However, we gave him the opportunity to try things.  Those are just two of the things. How in the world are you supposed to know what you’re good at if you never have the chance to even try stuff?  How can you figure out that you are really good with the guitar if you only have a cheap piece of shit guitar from someplace like Walmart that won’t stay in tune no matter what you do and that is very hard to play (good musical instruments are far easier to play than cheap ones).

Yes, you will find the occasional story of the child prodigy who climbed onto Grandma’s piano stool and began composing sonatas, but that’s not the typical story. The more common story is one like Nate’s.

If we had waited for him to ask for music lessons, he’d have been sunk before he started.  Skill at the piano involves fine muscles in the hands. You have to develop muscle memory.  It doesn’t happen fast, and the learning time lengthens the older you get.  Start piano lessons after you’re about 20 and you’re never going to progress like you will if you start when you’re young.

It was obvious, as I’ve said, that Nathan was not an athlete.  He learned to swim (his dad taught him when he was very young) and he could stay afloat and get out of deep water and he had fun swimming, but he just wasn’t going to excel at it.  He was never interested in basketball or track (I laugh thinking of Nathan even attempting to run track).

So he played ball for a couple of years and quit.  The championship game that day was the high point of his short athletic career.

And if he’d been terrible at music, that’s what would have happened there as well.  We wouldn’t have forced him to take lessons for a very long time if he’d showed no ability at all.

But of course, that’s not what happened.

The Naugler children are never going to even know if they have any ability at much of anything. Their art supplies are cheap pottery crap that you paint practically by number. Their piano might not even be salvageable, it’s so far out of key. I suspect any other musical instruments they have been exposed to are cheap.  And they cannot get lessons at anything without asking specifically. And they don’t ask because they know perfectly well Nicole and Joe can’t afford lessons of any sort.

But you know what?  They’d get that sort of exposure if they went to public school, at little to no cost to Joe and Nicole.


Are the Naugler children also looking for a promised land that they will never, ever find?goodNo. Just no.


Originally, I put my comments about the love letter I got after posting this article in the comment section, but I’m going to move it up here. Lots of people don’t read comments, and I want to be sure this is seen.

You can see the original comment, which I approved, in the comment section below.

At first, I assumed that like the name and email address which are clearly fake, the IP address was probably a proxy, so I didn’t even bother to look it up.  But when I did, I found this:


The IP address is Naugler-related, either Nicole, or Joe, or their eldest son, Jacob (whose name I am using because he inserted himself into all this with his parents’ blessing).

It really doesn’t matter which of the three it is.

If it’s one of the parents, well, fuck you back.

If it’s Jacob or one of the older children, here’s an example of “unschooling” at its best.

In addition, Nicole posted this a few hours later.

bitter old woman

First, thank you, Nicole. The child was in fact “tinkering” on the piano. He was not playing it. 

Second, I had and still do not have any idea that the kid is autistic. For one thing, you don’t vaccinate your kids, so how in the world could they be autistic? [Don’t go ballistic. That was a joke, and borrowed for all that.]  Furthermore, how would you know such a thing?  You don’t take them to doctors, they don’t go to school.  Did the state come up with that when they were in foster care?  If so, isn’t the state evil?  How can you trust what they say?

Third, I have not ever and do not ever report you, Nicole, on Facebook for anything at all.  I don’t interact with you ever.  The only comments I have ever made (unless I am missing something) were directly to Joe in conversations where he was actively participating. I have posted a sample of that sort of thing from my own Facebook wall where he sought me out to start a fight.

So I didn’t report your Facebook page for anything.  However, by posting about it and including me in your comments, you are, of course, implying that I did it.

Fourth, I was not “poking fun” at your child. I went to a bunch of trouble to shield your child. I did not link to the video. I blacked out all children’s names. I was criticizing  you.  You are the one who posts videos of your children on a Facebook page that has 45000 potential viewers (and puts them on YouTube at the same time). I’m not pimping out your children. You are. The only thing missing from all this is your kids sitting on the street corner holding tin cups.

Fuck you, Nicole.  With all due respect.


57 thoughts on “Musically Inclined”

  1. “You’re smarter than other children”. “You’re more talented than other children”. “You’re so amazing the state wants to kidnap you and sell you”

    Even if true, what a way to totally screw up your kid.

    If not true, how devastating when you finally go out into society.


  2. This topic is very upsetting for me, and watching that video was painful.

    You see, my mother was a concert pianist. She went to an elite music college, and toured as a classical soloist. How did she get that way? It helped that my grandfather was a doctor, and could pay for lessons for her. He had musical talent as a violinist, and my grandmother sang and played a little piano. They were not wealthy and did not indulge their children every whim, not at all. He supported his aging parents, treated patients who had no money, and as a result never owned his own home, but rented. However, my mother and aunt’s education was his first priority and he and Grandma started their children learning piano at age 4. Mom also played cello, and my aunt was a wonderful vocalist.

    Did the grandparent know that either of their daughters had talent? No. There was a presumption they had “musical genes”, but the girls were exposed to ballet, tap dancing and other forms of enrichment, as well as softball and other sports. My mother & aunt, like Sally’s son, were mediocre athletes. However, they were passably good dancers, and gifted musicians. But they only actualized their gifts through intense exposure and instruction over many, many years. (My aunt became a middle school music teacher and private piano and voice teacher, and still teaches at 80)

    The problem with the world “gifted” is that it is a moniker for an aptitude, not an achievement. The world is replete with “gifted” people who sadly have had no way to actualize their aptitudes, mostly because they lack instruction and refinement. Most musical instruments, including the voice, are nearly impossible to excel at without formal instruction and hard work. Plunking is not hard work.

    Without formal piano instruction and a dedication to practice, Nicole’s child will never learn to proper fingering, playing with both hands, sight reading, music theory or interpretation. That child will not have the benefit of an instructor giving feedback and helping that him master a piece. I also studied piano for years (and violin and voice). A rank beginner cannot teach himself piano from a YouTube tutorial and a “Piano for Dummies” or John Thompson instruction book! Some things will never change…….. learning from a real, live instructor with talent, training and experience.

    Nicole’s insistence that her son is only casually interested in piano and will never become a musician makes is so limiting to her child as to be totally uncaring. How the hell would she and Joe even know if their child had a real talent that could be developed? There is no formal instruction, no discipline. Do they not realize that with instruction, talented musicians can develop incredible, if unconventional careers? I know the musical director for one of the Cirque de Soleil shows. He earns more than corporate lawyers, and loves his work.

    I agree with the BLBlogger, at least in public school those children would learn an instrument. They would get other exposure to the arts, languages, and more. Nicole and Joe are denying these children the potential to excel at virtually everything.


  3. correction: That child will not have the benefit of an instructor giving feedback and helping *him or her* master a piece.

    Dear Naugler parents: please tune your piano. Please allow your son to have some instruction, somehow. Whether through a church organist, or bartering your salon services for lessons. See if your kids have the talent do something incredible!! (note: one of my kids (girl) plays clarinet and is learning tenor saxophone, a big and bad ass instrument! I have no idea if she will become a musician one day, but she loves it and thrives on the praise of her teacher, and the band director. It’s developing her self-confidence 🙂


  4. He’s playing with it not playing. Which is cute and could hopefully move into something else with instruction. I remember when I bought my son a keyboard at goodwill to play with and at just one day playing he came out to perform beautifully I was floored my first thought was he’s a prodigy we have to get him into classes immediately whatever the cost. Then half a seccond later I stop and ask why is he grinning so huge? It was in some mode where it was a recording. Long story short when you feel you have someone with amazing talent you move on it whatever the cost you figure it out you don’t just sit and wait. As to getting great exposure in public school – not anymore at least not here anyway. Starting in 5th grade there is band for flutes, clarinets, trombone, trumpet in 7th there is room for 3 sax. Then highschool one drummer and one person has the oppertunity to play the piano however like the drummer and sax players they have to already know how to play well.


  5. Even if one of their kids was magically gifted at music, without lessons, there’s a limit to how far they can go. Without lessons, they will never learn to read music and be limited to reproducing music they have head (and how much will they ever hear on the homestead?). They could write music, but have no way to capture it for others to play it. Their talent would become meaningless in the face of their lack of their ability to communicate it.


  6. As to getting great exposure in public school – not anymore at least not here anyway.

    At least in public school, kids get exposed to other kids and find out what lessons to ask for. The Naugler kids don’t even know what is out there.


  7. The children will never ASK for lessons. They know the answer is no. 1) They don’t have enough money to feed the family, let alone provide music lessons. 2) The Nauglers will never allow the children to receive any sort of instruction from anyone outside of their immediate family. That would provide an opportunity for checks and balances – for someone to see what is really going on within the family. And it might expose the children to people who have different beliefs than they do. They choose to keep the children sheltered from the outside world on purpose.


  8. I have this awful feeling that Nicole learned this word “autodidact” and decided that, since they are not taught anything, it applied to all of her children.


  9. Every child who develops a special interest in a subject can become become an autodidact in that subject, useful or not.
    That child is hamstrung without a formal education ( proper intense home schooling or public).
    Nicole has latched onto a word that means far more than she apparently understands.
    Her baby playing with his toy and talking to it is an autodidact? Hey, He is learning something all by himself… That’s called “normal”.
    Her son trying to play an out of tune piano with the baby on his lap is hamstrung.
    I’ve seen what I considered to be a natural talent, but the chance to fully develop those talents and have happy futures are being squandered.

    Wake up Nicole!
    You and Joe need to stop all the magical thinking.
    The children deserve better.


  10. I am pretty much tone deaf due to severe hearing problems from childhood.

    I tried my hand at clarinet through school. Gasp public school. I was able to play and read music but never really good at it. I took lessons for 3 years. When I first started taking lessons it was during the summer. We were camping at a campsite in a tent. When I would practice the people next to us had a dog that would howl and howl the whole time I played. That did not bother me even though my brothers teased me about it. My grandparents came to spend the day at our campsite. I started to practice and the dog howled. My grandfather bless his heart took me to his car. He sat in the front seat holding the book for me while I sat in the back seat learning how to get the notes right. Yes that damn dog still howled. We were in that car for an hour as that was my assigned practice time each day. When I was done I remember saying “Papa I stink at this huh!” He said well you are not very good but you are just starting so keep trying hard. I did and gave it my all for 3 years. The elementary music teacher was a saint he endured the worst of the worst and always made every child feel good. When I got to Jr high and a different music teacher he out right told me I was not good at it and since it had been 3 years I never would be. But he commended me on sticking with it for 3 years. I was a bit upset but went on to learn that I had other talents that did not involve having to use hearing to do them.

    Give me some material of any kind cloth, yarn, thread, any craft material and I can crank out something nice. My girls never had store bought costumes for Halloween, I made them all. Even made them for the horses too when they were showing. My girls won many costume contests cause they had different costumes not the usual ones of the current rage but instead usually some type of food. I have made boxes of popcorn, cotton candy, banana split, bunch of grapes, submarine sandwich, 6 foot double dip strawberry ice cream cone with sprinkles and strawberry shortcake (the kind you eat not the character). There was the usual clown, witch, daisy and scarecrow thrown in there too. My best ever and one of the few times I used a pattern was a cow costume for my youngest that had udders that actually squirted milk. I revamped the pattern to make it so the teats would squirt when pulled on. Lots of people loved that costume and it got a lot of laughs.

    To learn that I had a talent for sewing, needle works and crafts I had to have that taught to me and I got that from my Home Ec teacher in Jr high. I did the usual dabble as a kid with stuff but was not good at it until I had some formal teaching. Most all the time one needs a master to bring out the master in them and to cultivate them in the right direction. It is rare that one will just pick something up and become good at it with out some basic teachings to get them on the right path. Also it does help to have it in the genes some where too.


  11. I have often wondered if the Naugler supporters who make such outlandish comments about the artistic, musical and homesteading abilities of those children are actually making fun. They can’t be serious and to constantly make statements about their abilities that are not true can be damaging. How are they going to trust what anyone says? My son is a professional musician and began in a very small elementary school with a teacher who was interested in him. Of course, he had private lessons when we saw there was a spark. The Naugler children do seem to have an interest in music and she just does not know they could not be professional musicians. I would never have dreamed it for my son.


  12. I’m going to start approving these “love letters” so everyone will see them, along with an image of the message that shows the fake email and proxy IP address used.

    So Joe? Nicole? Whoever? Post away. It’s not private.

    I did edit the message to remove the child’s name, because I respect the privacy of those children more than their parents do. I didn’t even link to the pimp-out-your-kid video.

    Two comments from me: First, Nathan was never a “junkie.” Second, you need to add a word to your sentence. At the end. “Yet.”


  13. Well, well, well. I took it for granted that it was a proxy IP and didn’t check. My bad. Here’s a question. The Fuck You message was posted at 4:47 a.m. eastern daylight time. Jacob sleeps in the old shitshack, or so we’re told. Was Jacob in the shitshack with Nicole’s phone (that would be the only internet source they have on their “off grid” paradise), or was it Nicole doing the posting?


  14. Dear Fuck you,
    Keep fooling yourself. Due to the circumstances of abuse, at least one or more of those children will turn to some sort of substance in their lifetime. Statistics. They will try to blanket the pain. Unfortunately. I wish them well, their road will be a long one.

    But as for you, you’re a vile motherfucker. Your mom sucked at her one job, to raise a decent human. Epic fail. Now shoo, go, white buckets full of human excrement need tending to.


  15. I was hoping for better from that young man. Please don’t tell me it was misplaced.

    I suppose when you are surrounded by hate, with no way out-I can’t even finish this.

    F you, Nicole.


  16. Old Farm Girl. Hilarious! Thanks for sharing. Reminds me of mine, and all the kids in the neighborhood especially the new drummers and the trombone players. We had one parent who called his kids home each evening by playing Taps on the trombone, (he was very good, his kid, not so much). It was pretty cool, as all the kids then knew it was time to come in. My kids also, all had the opportunities presented, band, art, athletics, scouts, academics but from very highly skilled professionals. That is the difference here. A good and honest appraisal of the kids developing talents by a variety of skilled professionals in many different areas throughout the course of their development. Not grades and appraisals from unknown internet sources . A child can then be directed in the areas that they will have the greatest success. And the kids are given the necessary time needed to consistently develop along successful lines. Nothing breeds success like success. And the opposite is also true.
    She is setting the stage for failure and already making excuses with remarks like, “he isn’t looking to become a professional.” Is this because of her own failures, already she is attempting to mitigate the kids disappointments. They don’t handle any even minor challenge well, (see FY comment as of last night). And THIS is what they are teaching. This is what will be extremely limiting for her kids. Overcoming even the slightest obstacle without major emotional conflict.

    How limiting already to dish off her responsibility as a parent with a comment like, ‘they didn’t ask for lessons’. A child will not ask for lessons. They know their parents are alienated from the community at large. The Naugler kids remind me of the orphanage babies who do not cry. They don’t cry or ask for anything because even as infants they know it is useless. They also learn not to trust anyone. The same applies here.

    Nicole’s mantra of freedom is a hoax suffered most of all by her own kids. She has enslaved her kids to follow and perform according to her latest whims. Trusting or seeking anything outside of her ideals will be difficult if not impossible for some of these kids.
    She is developing children who know nothing of the possibilities of this world any further than what can be learned from YouTube. They will never develop independent identities outside of what their mother allows. Not trusting anything outside of her world and her direction and not developing outside friends and interests will doom these kids to a future of poverty of mind and body and servitude to their mother on the compound.
    *Interesting FY comment. She said she didn’t read “THE BLOG”. haha LIAR! Unschooling lesson, it’s ok to LIE. NICOLE, Your kids are NOT FREE!!!


  17. They don’t handle any even minor challenge well, (see FY comment as of last night). And THIS is what they are teaching. This is what will be extremely limiting for her kids. Overcoming even the slightest obstacle without major emotional conflict.

    Great comment. Good enough to repeat. So there it is. 🙂


  18. Dear fuck you- knock it off now! Do you realize methadone is a treatment drug and also used as a strong pain killer in high dosages for people who have a high tolerance to pain killers. How does someone become addicted to pain killers to begin with? They get hurt usually badly hurt and are on pain killers for a long time then quit taking them and their bodies spiral out of control. Pain killers like opioids actually change your brain and your brain never works the same again. Never. After time your brain can heal and find new paths to work correctly again without the drugs. But it’s never the same. I just lost a loved one due to a treatment drug. One I paid for and paid for him to go to treatment I pushed and said he couldn’t see his grandchildren until he went into treatment. It hurts bad to lose someone but to lose them to something that was suposed to make them better I can’t even describe the emotions!


  19. And on behalf of everyone who has lost a loved one to addiction-been drug threw hell and back with every emotion possible. Held their hands and prayed with everything they had pleaded to anyone who would listen to help and still had to kiss their dead loved one goodbye. Fuck You.


  20. Just as a FYI and a bit of a warning, Nathan was not prescribed methadone. (Maybe I mentioned this before but there is no such thing as warning about this too often.) He’d had a fire in his van from which he barely escaped (the van was a total loss) the week before and he was having trouble sleeping. A “friend” gave (sold?) him those methadone tablets as a sleep aid. He’d never been known to take anything like that, ever.

    We believe he took two pills. Methadone is very slow acting, so when he took one and it didn’t “work,” he very likely took a second. The second pill stopped his breathing. His blood levels were just slightly into the toxic zone. There were about 5 pills left in the little bag found in the house.

    Please read this article and note the date. Nathan died on August 22, 2006, one month before the article came out. He died in North Carolina. There were three deaths within four days in that county, including Nathan. He knew the other two guys. One of them died before Nathan did, and Nate mentioned it to me during our last phone conversation. The police hadn’t announced that cause of death, so the only thing Nate knew was rumor, and rumor was “bad cocaine.” Nathan wasn’t doing coke, so he didn’t worry about it.

    He did have the classic snoring the morning he died. My mother was in the house, and heard him and didn’t attempt to awaken him. She left the house to run some errands, was gone most of the day and he was dead when she returned in the late afternoon.

    A police announcement warning about methadone could possibly have saved his life. We’ll never know, of course, and unlike Nicole, I am not bashing the police. They weren’t to blame here. Nathan was.

    When his autopsy report came back, it was in the paper (he was a minor celebrity). The next day, the woman who ‘gave’ him the pills died. Cause of her death was reportedly asthma, but it’s anyone’s guess. My guess is suicide. She was distraught to the point of calling me ten times a day, and I think she torn up about having given (sold? we were never sure) him those pills.

    About a month later, police did a raid at a house near hers and confiscated thousands of methadone tablets and arrested several people. I did not follow the case any further because I was already very deeply depressed and just couldn’t.

    One of the things that we learned in the wake of his death was that many people have died from methadone toxicity who were in fact prescribed the medication. It’s often prescribed for pain following dental surgery or other minor surgery, especially if you’re in an HMO. It’s a very cheap pain med, so the insurance company saves money.

    I do know that some people have successfully used it to 1) get off heroin, and 2) as long term pain management without problems.

    But there are serious dangers with it. It’s very slow-acting and a very long half-life, meaning that it can build up in a person’s system. You feel nothing (there is no “high” with methadone). And respiratory depression is the general cause of death.


  21. As a child visiting my grandparents, I used to play with her piano. An old out of tune upright player piano, played real good as long as my little feet could operate the pedals to keep the scrolls moving at the right place. My parents cringed at the noise, but to me I was playing piano.

    I am sure the young boy thinks he is playing the piano. He may grow up to realize he played with it, just as I did. Who knows, but with his parents , you can bet he will never have the chance to see the truth and find the joy in a childhood memory that many of us hold dear.

    As for Mr or Ms FY, you are a despicable person. You should be ashamed of yourself, your parents should be ashamed for raising such a vile person. It amazes me how you can live with yourself. I hope you never suffer a loss, your comments here show you can’t handle it.


  22. I’m sorry for the outburst. My own feelings are still so raw and I feel personally responsible for my father in laws death. What was said hit me like a ton of bricks.


  23. Sadly, the kids will self-destruct one way or another. The parents are doing a thorough job of emotionally and intellectually stunting them for life. Hate is what they thrive on and it seems that the oldest is already following in his parents hate filled footsteps.


  24. Yes, shame on whomever wrote that in the wee hours on the shitty, shit-filled homestead.

    Since when is the N son autistic? Is this the first time this has been mentioned?

    When the state of Ky. took these children and did testing, and IF they deemed one of their children as autistic, it seems as if the state would be requiring N and J to follow a prescribed treatment plan for the child. Something they couldn’t just say, “Fuck you, Kentucky CPS…we are not doing this!” Nicole would be shouting from the top of the Humanure pile that the state can’t make them help their son. Which makes it hard for to me believe that the son is autistic. It feels like N is pulling the diagnoses of Autism out of a hat for $ympathy!

    If the son is autistic? Shame on them again. For not giving this kid what he needs. But why would I think any different? They don’t even fulfill their kids basic needs of living. These children will grow up stunted in so many different ways. A few will become adults that society won’t want to deal with. A few will become assholes. Just like N and J. I hope, I truly hope…a few escape and get to lead wonderful lives. (Probably after years of investing hard-earned money on therapy.)
    I know everyone talks about “the precious children” but as some point they will become adults who mirror, parrot, and totally reflect the two human beings who held them captive from any potential.

    Can you imagine, having Nicole and Joe as your parents and being autistic? The Naugler’s ain’t got time for that.

    A question. When does the oldest turn 18? I thought he already had.


  25. I lost my beloved brother to a drug overdose a little over 20 years ago. He would have been 55 last week. I would have said at the time that I lost him earlier to his drug addiction, but in retrospect that would be untrue. As long as there is life there is hope. I miss him everyday. I particularly miss him on holidays, birthdays, when something wonderful and exciting happens, when something horrible happens.

    He didn’t want to be a drug addict. It wasn’t what he planned. Yet he was responsible for it.

    For anyone going through this, for anyone whose loved one is going through it, you have my heartfelt sympathy. My only words of advice are as frustrated or mad or sad or disgusted you get, try to enjoy those moments you can with them. While there is life there is always hope. Death ends it. Please try not to give up on them, hang in there.


  26. There is a special circle of hell for the Naugler parents. And it will be right here on earth.


    Some of the children will leave and never look back.
    Some of the children will end up in prison.
    Some of the children will have substance abuse problems.
    Some of the children will be exploited by others.
    Some of the children will die young.

    This is what happens to children who are so grossly neglected.
    This what happens to children whose parents are insane and teach them hate.
    This is what happens to children whose parents are controlling and manipulative.
    This is what happens to children with no education, no skills and no prospects.
    This is what happens to the children of poverty.

    While the parents are the most responsible for this situation, they are not alone.

    I will blame the parents for each terrible thing that happens to those children. I will blame the supporters who enabled and encouraged the parents in this terrible situation. I will blame the state for failing those children.

    And there is not a damn thing you can do to stop me.


  27. A question. When does the oldest turn 18? I thought he already had.

    Next fall sometime.


  28. I believe the oldest turns 18 right around Christmas. I know their oldest is a month younger than my youngest child. I think of the Naugler child and his behavior on here, and then think of my son and I know I have done a good job and my son has a much brighter future ahead of him. Much brighter than the Naugler son.


  29. The child who sent that ugly email is just parroting what his parents have said.
    He is close to being an adult in age, at least, but has been stunted by his surroundings.
    Soon he will be held accountable for his actions and words as an adult…
    Just as his parents have been.
    He needs to learn quickly that there will always be someone smarter than him, able to see through his bullshIt and call him on it.
    I know, now, that he does read here, and I hope he realizes that the common interest here is his and his brothers and sister’s safety and lively hood.


  30. To the eldest children of the Nauglers:

    I am sorry for the pain you are experiencing in reading the criticism of your parents. Without a doubt, I believe you think you love your parents. Nearly all children do, even when their parents do not love them in return, in the ways children should be loved and respected. Read the definition of “Stockholm Syndrome” to understand. Then come back to read this here.

    Try to differentiate, however. The criticism here is not about your brother at the piano. Nor any of you children, at all. I’m rooting for all of you. Venture to say the rest of the posters here also.

    But your parents have failed YOU.
    In what all parents are tasked with, the moment they become pregnant. To create only the number of children they can afford to raise, to ensure that those children are healthy, clean, safe and educated. To make a promise to help each of their children find and develop their unique, some say, God-given talents.

    This is why parenthood before one’s mid 20s is not a great idea. Parents first need to be independent adults, indulge their own selfish needs, before taking on the responsibilities of parenting. Which amounts to very hard work and sacrifice. For many of us, for 21+ years.

    Those ready to be parents will work their behinds off so that their children do not go without food, heat, water, sanitation, or a comfortable bed to sleep in. Beyond that, a good parent delights in helping his child find his intellectual and creative gifts. It is through cultivating the child’s interests that his or her talents will ignite.

    You are protective of your special brother. That’s natural. But no one here has criticized him. The problem is the video itself, as it is manipulative of him, and of strangers. Your brother is tinkering, it is sweet to see. But it is not nasty to say, very frankly, your brother does not play at the piano. He is not an autodidact, though he may have a good ear and relative pitch. He must take lessons if he ever wants to really learn to play. The other problem is your Mama already limiting his abilities/interests. She stated, “he doesn’t want to be a pianist”, and that does him a disservice. Your brother will never know if he really enjoys piano, or has the knack, unless he works hard to learn it.

    The next time you have a wild dream of something you’d like to try one day, or become, know this one thing. There are mentors who will help you get there. Even if your own parents aren’t encouraging or haven’t the money to help you.

    It will not happen via YouTube lessons.
    Let others in your community, in the larger world, see your eagerness. You need only say the words, “I want a teacher.”


  31. Nicole never had the child tested for Autism, she posted a blog awhile back talking about how she as his “mother” made the diagnoses herself. My son is actually Autistic (as determined by a team of doctors who specialize in Autism). Nicole is an idiot and if anything is wrong with this child it is he had her and Chester the Molester as parents.


  32. My cousin recently passed away from complications from an overdose. He was an addict. I guess that makes him a “dead junkie.” That wasn’t all he was. He loved to tell rambling stories with no point. He had a daughter he loved and who will miss him every day for the rest of her life. He struggled with learning disabilities. He was great with young kids and was always up for yet *another* round hide and seek, even when the rest of the adults were groaning. He had a disease and it killed him.

    He was a brother, a son, a father, a friend. He loved and was loved. He struggled with his addiction and failed and struggled again. And in the end, he was a dead junkie. So what? At least he wasn’t an asshole.


  33. she as his “mother” made the diagnoses herself.

    How interesting. I’m surprised that she believes that autism is a real thing. After all, professionals say it is and they are all statist sheep who do as they are told by the evil empire and their slavemasters.


  34. And in the end, he was a dead junkie. So what? At least he wasn’t an asshole.

    Big giant hugs to you, Terrie.


  35. I recognize why this may easily offend or spark conflict. Direct, personal comparisons!
    For some readers unfamiliar with you, or close to the Nauglers, it may shift focus onto something that sounds more personal, and in turn, miss the showcasing of neglect by the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Naugler. For instance. You write, “First, the child is not “talented.” ” in regard to a BLH piano-video and its over-the-top comments that altogether dismiss a child’s possibilities. But this is followed by a comparison summary of your own son’s unique maturation and musical journey, and even a video of said excellence-in-musicianship succeeds it.
    [(By the way.) Bravo! Affording such encouragement, instruction, guidance is heart-warming! Beautiful music, beautiful meaning.]

    So. The way in which this post was written is definitely going to offend a muddled young man who’s siblings and loved ones are the subject matter.

    I’m sure the Eldest Naugler-child J**** really loves his family. After all, he is practically head of the household/man of the house now. He is aware of his parents’ eccentricity. He may even be embarrassed by them. Nevertheless, and despite their shortcomings, he loves them – and even more so, he loves his siblings. Obviously, he understands, above all, their innocence in the situation. It is his instinct to defend them. Consequently. When his young mind reads the words, “First, the child is not “talented.””, regarding his younger brother, it will hurt him and naturally put him on the defense. So will reminding him of what he is not afforded. 🙁

    No… Perhaps he should not be reading this blog, for he understands not the depth at which we speak in regard to child-abuse in the form of neglect, and the violation of a child’s rights. He may not know what the CRC (Convention on the Rights of a Child) is, or when a child’s rights supcedes those of his parents. His, or any child’s mind, is delicate. In summary, this is my defending the boy, whom I believe cannot find the language to properly articulate his frustrations, and his backlash is, understandably, misguided. He needs time and reflection, and a friend or two, away from the BLH, for a truer-to-himself guidance and perception.

    The Nauglers say the have taught this boy to question, always! Question authority, question the state, especially. I can only hope the day soon comes wherein the logic will come full-circle, and he will begin to question his parents! I only hope he will look after his siblings, and protect them with what seems to be a strong love and sibling devotion.

    (I hope no one takes offense. I mean well, and am only trying to contribute to the discussion!)


  36. You write, “First, the child is not “talented.” ” in regard to a BLH piano-video and its over-the-top comments that altogether dismiss a child’s possibilities.

    Offense is only there if you want it to be there. It is the height of an insult to tell a child that he is “talented” when he has shown absolutely no indication of that being true. It’s tantamount to saying that you think the child is stupid and gullible. Notice that I put the word in quotes? I did that on purpose. When our son started music lessons, we didn’t tell him he was talented. We had no idea if he was or not.

    Ditto when he started playing ball.

    As it turned out, he had musical ability and absolutely no athletic ability. I’m not sure how I could have made that point any clearer. The thing was that we didn’t know, and we did not wait for him to ask for lessons. If we had done that, he’d very likely never have achieved what he did.

    The Naugler children could have any number of abilities, but nobody will know about them because they have no opportunity to develop any of them.

    And yes, I totally understand that a 17-year-old, very immature kid could take great offense at what I wrote and lash out. But honestly, I’m not sure it was the son at all doing that in the wee hours of the night up at the shitshack where he is supposedly sleeping, and using his mother’s phone. Occam’s Razor says it was Nicole herself.


  37. Its a pretty sad day when a parent will use their child’s name to act a fool. Grow up! Those children already have a sad life and don’t need their name ruined by their parents posting and acting like idiots on their behalf. It’s called morals Nicole…get ya some!


  38. I believe that was Nicole posting during a 4 am feeding. Teens don’t usually wake to check things such as BLB at 4am. I really can’t see Nicole giving up her phone, ever. Remember that is what sent her into hysterics when she was arrested, when her phone was taken. Bet they use their son’s credit opportunities ASAP though.


  39. I believe that was Nicole posting during a 4 am feeding.

    I do too. Consider this: she posted her rant about the supposed “autistic” child just a couple of hours later. So, did Jacob take his mother’s phone to the shitshack and play on the net all night and then bring it back to Mom in time for her to write a whole rant early in the morning? Or was it Nicole?


  40. Poor kid to have such a pathetic excuse for a mother. No morals whatsoever. Those poor children are doomed. It saddens me to think that these children have to grow up in such a shitstorm.


  41. Interesting observations. I’m believing it was Nicole, also. Representing as her son. Good role modeling and mentoring. Nice, Mrs. Naugler. Not.

    Another example of exploiting the children.

    I was a gasp, at her BLH post hours later. It was a mix of what Facebook required her to submit as proof of age because supposedly trolls reported her personal page. In comments, it became quite confusing, when she stated she had to submit her teen’s birth certificate. In the mess of confusion, one could wonder, when was this FB inquiry? Which personal page(s)? Why submitting the teen’s proof of age, if it was her personal page? What troll or was it a troll, or Facebook investigating?

    In the same post, she draws attention about the blogger. I’m assuming she is projecting that the blogger is the troll. Attempting to rile the followers on her page. The harassment, she is being victimized.

    But then what was most alarming, is she bridges the post of trolls, blogger, and harassment to the little boy, her son. She announces to a potential audience of 45 thousand viewers, strangers, that her little son is “autistic”. Assuming here, that it was to amplify her rile of the followers.

    Well, comments followed, and others seemed confused. Trying to pull the whole post together and make sense of it. I do hope for those that wanted to see for self, they came to the BLB. And read the post of “Musically Inclined”. Had I have known what Nicole stated later, that she has diagnosed(autodidact) this little boy as autistic, the blog post would been even more educational. Now it lends me to question, has this son been professionally diagnosed? Getting much needed supportive therapy and resources? Music and mastering a musical instrument is so often a great therapy for autistic children. Whether a hobby or to pursue as a profession, Mrs. Naugler.

    A gasp. Exploiting the children. Again.


  42. There are more reasons than just acquiring intervention services and professional feedback to consider when autism is suspected. An autism diagnosis, in and of itself is based on observations of behaviors. There’s no blood test. But, there are tests that can rule out other diagnoses and concerns. Just because autistic symptom/behaviors are present doesn’t mean autism. If it is autism, there’s an increased chance of seizures that can start during puberty. It’s not being a slave, whore of the state or a helicopter parent to nurture, assist, and provide medical treatment for a child that needs extra help; it’s being a mother. Do it for him. Nicole wanted to go to the doctor for herself for a dog bite once but she won’t take her own child exhibiting autistic symptoms to a doctor for a simple evaluation? That’s neglect.
    Freerange parenting and unschooling to the point of zero accommodations for a child suspected of being on the spectrum, isn’t just neglect; it’s cruel. Our children thrive on structure, routine, predictability. What kind of parent would choose to put their child in an environment that causes trauma and prohibits them from living as comfortably as possible. It is a chosen lifestyle, right? She claims that all the time. I have an idea for the next child exploitation interview. Have the autistic child express how much he thrives in a chaotic, unscheduled, unpredictable environment with zero accommodations or assistance for sensory integration issues, like mud on hands, screaming babies, dirty clothes. Why don’t you ask his siblings, on camera, if they wish they could do something more to comfort him or would rather him just wing it? How about ask the child studying homeopathic remedies, let’s hear what he’s learned about natural treatments for autism or ask one of the girls if they plan on taking their own sick babies to the doctor when they are mothers one day.
    Are there ANY exceptions for their freeranging/unschooling (lazy and complete failure to provide for their children in every area and capacity)? If one of the children has asthma or diabetes, are the children left to find how to manage from Wikipedia? Do they earn their own money for inhalers or insulin? If they want it enough, will they find a way to get it? What if they don’t specifically ask to breathe freely? Would a free range parent just assume they aren’t interested in it and wait until they express an interest in staying alive or bettering their quality of life? Will it be the old stand by logic: our ancestors lived just fine without inhalers or autism interventions?
    If you think it’s unfair to equate autism spectrum disorder to asthma, diabetes, or the such, talk to some of the parents who have lost a child due to lack of precautions and/or medical/behavioral interventions. Ask John Travolta if he wishes he had done more prior to losing his son to a seizure while he was taking a bath unattended. Ask the parent whose child drowned even though the child knew how to swim and had never wandered to water unattended previously. The autistic kids lost to elopement? What of the suicide rates among autistic teens that felt so isolated, alone and without the ability to understand or communicate their feelings?
    The Nauglers: so brazenly entitled to their own rights and freedoms but no consideration of freedom, privacy, and rights of the “autistic” son. Where is the maternal instinct? WTF is wrong with this woman?


  43. This does look like it was Nicole.
    I appologise to the son for thinking that it was him.

    I’m concerned how Nicole will use this mistake to hurt her children and deepen the chasm of the real world from her children.

    My warning to the son still stands.
    The world is infinite in comparison to your life with your parents.
    Loving them does not make them right, or wrong.

    Expand your mind away from the dogma that your parents teach.
    Find your own way.


  44. To the eldest son on the place: You turn 18 this winter?

    Oh, kiddo. Oh oh oh oh.

    The world is going to land on your head and it’s going to hurt so much.

    I tried pulling together a list of links to get you started in the world of adulthood that your parents have left you so horribly unprepared to join. But you’re starting from so far behind that my draft post started to run down past the end of the screen, and I understand now that you don’t even have your own phone–?!

    So just remember this number, OK? 1-800-733-JOBS. It will connect you to people who can help you get your GED, point you toward a paycheck job, get you a place to live, take you to a doctor when needed, and even fix you hot meals. They see young adults who are climbing out of a bad situation all the time. It’s their job to have your back while you’re getting on your feet.

    So where do they get the money to do this? Hey, you’re welcome! It’s my pleasure and privilege as an American citizen to kick in some of the money needed to help young adults get a better start in life.

    Joining Job Corps would mean leaving your brothers and sisters, and that’s rough. Your parents have forced a choice between being one of the few caregivers in your family or starting your actual life. Just remember this: Having a steady job and a place of your own, where your siblings can stay when they get out, may be the best thing you can do for them. You already know that every–single–thing you try to do on that “homestead” is going to end up buried under a pile of your parents’ dysfunction. You’ve seen it happening. The only winning move is not to play.

    So for your own sake and the sake of the children still at home, start passing your responsibilities on to your next oldest sibling–and start your life elsewhere.

    Good luck.


  45. Did anyone else read about yesterday’s Texas execution? I thought of Nicole and how she is trying her best to instill paranoia in these poor kids as I was reading about it.

    Texas Man Executed for Killing City Code Enforcement Worker

    I just want to echo the sentiments of those who are encouraging the oldest kids to leave at the first opportunity so they can be a lifeline for the younger kids. It’s so sad that those older kids would have to bear this burden but I know they are capable. It will be hard but there will be support. I know they can do it and it really does feel like it’s a matter of life and death. Those kids are doomed if they don’t break away.


  46. I just watched the newest video today posted of one of the kids. Was that boy really four? Is that the autistic one? I am sorry but his talking was hard to understand and sounded more like a two year old. I think speech is needed. It makes sense he is the autistic one, my neighbor’s son was the same and he did great with a speech teacher. It is very sad. He is cute and probably talk more if he could.


  47. Thank goodness. That Neomi woman is gone from here. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Between her and that Charles person I am done with Blessed Little Homestead. I used to go there to read about all the interesting things Nicole was doing and to see the pictures, but it isn’t the same. I think something has gone wrong. I came here to see what all the fuss was. Why everyone was so mad and to read all the lies. I was going to give you the business but this blog isn’t so bad. I learned a lot of things I didn’t know. Now I know why Nicole lets those people chase people away. She sure tricked me. She is just like that Neomi. And she lets Neomi talk with the children. I can’t believe she does that. Why is she one way on the blog and Blessed Little Homestead and somebody else on her other page. Was she really some of the people I saw on this blog. Did she really write those things. She is not who I thought she was. I am sorry I ever sent her money. I’m never doing that again. I still feel bad for the kids. Now I know why CPS really took them.


  48. So I read the gnome woman accusing the blog writer of calling CPS or threatening to call CPS on her. While I don’t think that would be a bad idea, because I don’t think anyone can fake being that batshit crazy, I can’t find where the blog writer said it. I didn’t read all the comments from the gnome, who could? I did read all of Sally’s posts and her comments. Sorry, didn’t see it. Just not there, but I bet that happens to the gnome all the time. Seeing and hearing things that no one else does. Poor thing needs an intervention for substance abuse or mental health.


  49. Hey Naomi. If all your relatives work at Mayo, and pretty much we all do around here, how come you didn’t take those 6 honorary degrees and work there yourself? LOL
    You might be able to fool strangers, and I doubt that, but we all know what you are around here. Have fun with your 5 minutes of fame hanging from somebody else’s apron strings. If you can crochet or type all day and night I bet you can work. I wonder if disability knows about your Etsy shop or your face booking? We hate fakers.

    Cafeteria might be hiring. Get a job.


  50. She’s just not all there. She thought all our comments were sally talking to her as well she had to have because I’m the one who said she just embarrassed the human race and today she accused someone of being sally because she said the exact same thing. I also said did someone catch where she lived because it was our duity to call an MHP maybe that what’s what she thought was the cps threat. If she reads this by any chance an MHP is a mental health professional. They are the ones sent out when someone is having a mental breakdown. And that was me crystal that said that not sally.


  51. Want some mayo with that, please don’t perpetuate the idea that being disabled means you can’t do anything at all.

    I know someone who can walk but gets muscle spasms and pain if he walks too much. He uses a wheelchair to go to places like the zoo or the grocery store. He hates it. But he does it to be able to spend time with people he cares about. The ignorance of people who think it is funny (or somehow their business to comment on) seeing someone stand up and walk from a wheelchair is SO frustrating. No, he doesn’t ride around in the wheelchair because he is lazy or faking.

    Yes, someone can have an Etsy shop, crochet, or type and still be disabled.


  52. Yes, someone can have an Etsy shop, crochet, or type and still be disabled.

    You’re right, but a disabled person probably isn’t growing her own food, living off-grid, foraging for the rest of her food, and butchering livestock. I know of one person who actually did that back in the seventies, but he had a whole lot of help.

    Naomi Thompson lies a lot.


  53. [quote]Yes, someone can have an Etsy shop, crochet, or type and still be disabled.[/quote]

    A co-worker of mine is handicapped but still works 40 hours/week. She can get out of her wheelchair and walk, slowly and for limited distances, but she’s still disabled as evidenced by her handicapped parking tag.

    She’s not growing her own food, living off-grid or butchering anything. She and her husband are raising identical twins. He stays home to parent their girls as she had the much better-paying job by far before their lives changed.

    Handicapped doesn’t necessarily mean incapable of earning a living but it’s disquietingly rare.

    Gnome though is something else.


  54. I’m being a bit stalkery here, reading (and commenting on) posts from so long ago. I discovered your blog a little while back and have read all the latest stuff, so now I’ve gone to read from the beginning.

    I just wanted to stop and say that your son was amazingly talented and I am deeply sorry for your loss and the world’s loss of such a beautiful talent.


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