This article reminds me of me one Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner at my Grandparents’ house. I was helping Grandma Wilson transfer food from the cooking pots to the table dishes. I had dished up the mashed potatoes and was starting on the green beans when Grandma picked up the potato pot and said, “you left enough in here for one more kid,” and started scraping the rest out of the pot. Born in 1920, she was a child of the Great Depression and never completely forgot the lean times and what that did to her family. I was a child of the baby boom – a time of prosperity, mass consumerism and waste. Nothing brought the differences of our formative years home to me more than watching her scrap that pot until there was no hint of potatoes left.
Day: May 18, 2008
One Country’s Table Scraps, Another Country’s Meal
Posted by miri On 18 May, 2008
Blowin’ in the wind
Posted by miri On 18 May, 2008
I have a table in my back yard. It’s not supposed to be in my back yard; it’s supposed to be on my patio. But when I had a large tree cut down, they moved the table out of the way and into the yard. I can’t move it back myself (to be honest, I haven’t really tried), so it’s stayed out there. The top of the table has that open wire weave kind of thing that’s common in outdoor tables. Little stems/branches/bits of the pine tree it’s near have been falling onto it and catching in the mesh. In the wind, they blow like grass on the plain.