As I have said before, I'm an old man. reading posts such as this makes me sad as I remember "the good old days".
We did't know we were poor, nobody had any more than we did and we darn near starved to death.
I do remember going into the neighbors fields and eating fresh green corn and beans. Going into the "woods" and hunting some rabbits and squirrels
for supper. Fishing in some streams and creeks so cold during the summer, you didn't want to fall in.
All this reminds me of what a friend told me not long ago.
Grand dad had a farm.
Dad had a garden.
Today I bought a new can opener.
With all the junk they put in our food today, I am suprised we have lasted this long.


