I am of a generation that has forgotten. A generation that seems too caught up in day to day drama to listen to the whispers of the past. Yet, slowly I am coming to see I am not alone in the fact that I WANT the whispers to be louder. I want an era of neighborly love, hard work in the name of the Father, meals Blessed where the family enjoys each other. I want to FEEL life in my own hands! To know I was the one who prepared that meal from scratch, "worked up" the strawberries for jam (after harvesting them), pieced together the dress on my daughter.
"The screen door had seen better years. The rickety frame bore chipped white paint and nicked edges proudly, while the mesh held a light patina of rust woven along carefully through the wire."
Farming Memoirs... a book idea
Posted - Jun 08 2014 : 7:39:17 PM
