How Tin Roof Farm Was Born

About Tin Roof Farm

Tin Roof Farm didn’t start in a boardroom—it started with a tin roof, some stubborn roots, and a whole lot of “there’s got to be a better way.”

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My grandfather was a geologist who retired to a patch of land in Northwest Arkansas. He built his farmhouse by hand, topped it with tin, and called it Tin Roof Farm- a little patch of Heaven. That sound—the rain hitting metal—became the heartbeat of our family visits. Simple. Steady. Unshakable.

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Years later, after becoming a nurse and moving to Mississippi with my Mississippi native husband, Richard, I found myself knee-deep in research about the junk we’re putting on our skin and in our bodies every day. As a nurse, I knew better. As a mom and wife, I couldn’t ignore it. But all the “clean” options came with boutique prices and ingredient lists you still needed a dictionary for.

So, we started making our own. One balm, one jar of cooking tallow at a time.

 

One summer, a storm damaged the roof of our little country home, so we replaced it with tin—just like GrandDan’s. Hearing the rain again brought it full circle. That’s when we knew this farm life, this little business, was meant to carry his name forward.

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Tin Roof Farm is built on purpose, not pretense. We make small-batch, no-nonsense goods with ingredients your great-grandma would recognize—grass-fed tallow, herbs, oils, and care. Nothing toxic. Nothing overpriced. Just the good stuff.

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We’re not fancy. We’re not mass-produced. But we are here to nourish your skin, your family, and your pantry—naturally and honestly.

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Welcome to the farm.