|Mama Iva, in the kitchen|
|School and church, as seen from the Mae Flower|
|Homestead House, far right, at Icelandic|
|Cousin Walter, age 92, on his 1959 John Deere 730, in the 2012 parade|
|Cousin Royce, in 2012, on a John Deere 4010|
|Miss Teen North Dakota pitches in during an antique demo|
|Everyone on the bench, and behind it, are family - minus the purple lady, who I'm sure is still very nice|
"Did you come here last year with two of your buddies and I gave you guys a private tour?"
He nodded. "Yes! That was me! I came back!" (He's the one in the middle.)
|Precious! The ropes are for the tractor pull, I think.|
I swear, kids here still talk like its the 1950s. If "Golly, gee whiz!" were to come out of their mouths, I would not be shocked. It's delightful.
And at some point this summer, some true genius put in an honest-and-true Victory Garden right next to the house! Picnic table too! Oh, the sweet poetry of this delightful development - it was like getting positive confirmation from the Universe on everything I am trying to do here.
|Mom and visitors in the living room|
|House and Victory Garden|
Amid regular rationing of canned food in Britain, a poster campaign "Plant more in '44!") encouraged the planting of victory gardens by nearly 20 million Americans during the course of WWII. These gardens produced up to 40 percent of all the vegetable produce being consumed nationally.Hard to imagine this kind of national effort now, isn't it? Nevertheless, I think food gardens are making a serious comeback, just judging by the number of my friends who asked me to help me start theirs last winter. Then you have the tangible rise in demand for organic produce, school/community gardens, farmers markets, locavores and the comeback of canning - people are starting to take part in their own food sourcing and again, we move forward by looking back. Sure, it takes effort, you get dirty and battle bugs but the payoff - nutritonally and financially - is immense. Plus, kids get really into it. As my hero, Ron Finley says, "If kids grow kale, kids eat kale."
My grandfather's legacy was one sweeping gesture of remembrance, a museum to remind us of the past and rekindle just how much hard work and ingenuity played into our survival and success. It makes me think about my own legacy and I think it is seeds, not just the literal ones that grow into food but seeds of ideas on self-reliance. On this day when the government is MIA, it's the perfect time to remember when we did much for ourselves.
the national average, per person) to live. There's got to be a reason why all my farming relatives live - and thrive - well into their 90s.
At the risk of sounding like a ranting old lady (at 47, do I qualify yet?) I aim to plant seeds of independent consumer thinking and self-reliant actions. And that, I suppose, will be my legacy.