In the High Atlas Mountains of Morocco, far from the hustle and noise of urban centers, lies a Village made of mud and rock, barely discernible from the surrounding landscape.
While men and women leave their community to work, Morocco and the wider World come to the Village in the form of administrators, development agents, and those representing commercial interests, all with their own agendas and.
Others must migrate to cities to work as wage laborers and send their earnings home to support their rural households.
Some may be asked to work for distant religious lodges or urban relatives they haven\'t met because of a promise made by long-dead ancestors.
Tradition dictates that children "owe" Labor to their parents and grandparents as long as they live, and fathers decide when and where the children in their household work.
Employing a calculus known as "arranging the bones," villagers attempt to balance Inequality over the long term by accounting for fluctuations in the needs and capacities of each person, household, and family at different stages in its history.
Demonstrating a remarkably complete understanding of every household and person in the village, Crawford traces the intricacies of cooperation between Households over time.
In Moroccan Households in the World Economy, David Crawford provides a detailed study of the rhythms of highland Berber life, from the daily routines of making a living in such a demanding environment to the relationships between individuals, the community, and the national economy.
The Berber-speaking Muslims who live and farm on these precipitous mountainsides work together at the arduous task of irrigating the fields during the dry season, continuing a long tradition of managing land, labor, and other essential resources collectively.
Yet a closer look reveals a carefully planned community of homes nestled above the trees, where rock slides are least frequent, and steep terraces of barley fields situated just above spring flood level.
In the High Atlas Mountains of Morocco, far from the hustle and noise of urban centers, lies a Village made of mud and rock, barely discernible from the surrounding landscape
