In 1959, I was born in rural Indiana--when this area was truly rural. As I listened to Speaking of Faith this evening with my family, my mom came to mind and I recalled how I never ate a salad made from iceburg lettuce until my early teens. Our salads came from the garden, as did every meal we ate, year-round. Our meats were from local farmers, grape jelly and juice came from the arbors at our home. Our home was on less than two acres with a garden of 1/2 an acre. My husband and 23-year old son talked about how removed we really have become from the source of our food. My mom called later in the evening and we talked about those earlier days... when people gathered young dandelion greens and ate them instead of treating them like weeds. Here is a picture of my beautiful mother and daughter.
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