By JO ERBSKORN
Once again it is Sunday afternoon and unlike last Sunday this one is so humid I can almost chew the air. With that said I am in the house in the air writing this and singing praises to whoever invented the air conditioner.
Another week of summer is behind us and everything is so lush. Art just brought me a handful of peas, so I guess I know what’s on the supper menu. I love this time of year with everything so available fresh. Such good dinners at very little cost, just hard work.
Yesterday we spent most of the day at the Threshers Reunion at the Fulton County Fairgrounds. We had both of our grandsons as their parents had to work. The Threshers Reunion is an event that generations of my husband’s family have loved and attended religiously. His family came from generations of farmers and even though his father was an electrician, he took his sons also, as did Art with our son. Now it is time for the next generation to learn what it took to keep a farm going and food for cattle as well as humans.
Max has gone every year of his three years and this is Roman’s first year. At 10 weeks, Roman could care less about the meaning or the machines, it was all about the people, sights and sounds. Lets face it, at that age clean pants, a full tummy and someone making goofy faces is about the high points of his day. Max, however, is beginning to get this—at least the machinery part. If it moves or has that potential he’s all over it. (His uncle’s motorcycle about turns him inside out!)
Max is really starting to get the gardening/farming thing. He saw the strawberries producing and he said ”oh oh, that my strawberries.” He “helps” Art and I weed with both our trepidation. We show him what are weeds and what are plants. This process takes a lot of time and patience as every weed is questioned. There were not so many questions as oohs and aahs at the Threshers. He was definitely interested, so I think the idea is getting through.
As we drove along I asked Max about the fields and what’s growing. Usually the answer is “I don’t know, Grandmum,” but he knows something is. If Gallups are working in their field across from where he lives he goes nuts over the tractors.
I think it is very important for us to teach children about where their food comes from. Even if we teach them gardening through flowers, they will get the idea. It’s too crazy to think milk comes from Kroger as well as veggies and everything else they consume. The Garden Club feels this way also, that educating and involving our youth keeps gardening important for the future generations. That is why we involve them in planting the planters downtown. It teaches gardening, beautification and community service.
These are things that everyone needs yet many miss out on. It is what made our past generations successful. When you see someone working in the community be it flowers, painting, cleaning etc., it’s not for themselves, it’s for all of us. Sure, a farmer farms to support himself, but he is also supporting you. It takes everyone's effort to make this big old world work. As the saying goes “teach a child to fish and he’ll never go hungry.” Same goes for gardening.