My grandmother, Kathleen Miller, was born on a family farm in a tiny town in western Maryland called Accident. She would share stories about wandering the hills of those green and magical lands as one of eight children. She lived on a farm in a different world, a world where all food was still just “organic” food, in a time before the great and deadly dawn of chemical agriculture.
Wonderful piece... Indeed Grandmother must be very proud. How many great grandchildren is she watching over, the next generation ....who will be carrying on the old ways?
Wonderful piece... Indeed Grandmother must be very proud. How many great grandchildren is she watching over, the next generation ....who will be carrying on the old ways?