I won’t be in town for the next week because I am visiting grandma. She is an amazingly cool and interesting woman but she is not internet connected, so I cannot check in while I am with her.
We will spend the week chatting about nearly everything and I plan to record her with my handy dandy little digital miracle. She was an early feminist, my grandma. The first woman on the National Farm Union on a federal level. The only woman at the conferences in the 1950s. A speaker, a protester, an active representative who worked door to door warning people about the environment, farming practice, huge multi national food companies like Kraft.
Today, anyone who reads can see the problems caused by ignoring that warning. Obesity, the crap we are eating, unsustainable agricultural practices, green house gas, it all has to do with a lack of disinterest in the things that my little grandmother tried to tell us about. I bet you wish that your parents would have listened to that little woman who knocked at your door.
I listened and I don’t feel guilty today. Never drove a car, bought local, avoided packaged food.
