tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304963.post113949837475140326..comments2023-08-27T10:54:42.777-05:00Comments on sand creek almanac: the garden path, Part 1: the early yearsDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879771115420282834noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304963.post-1139586969881957032006-02-10T09:56:00.000-06:002006-02-10T09:56:00.000-06:00I love this journey you are taking us on, Deb. Loo...I love this journey you are taking us on, Deb. Looking forward to your installments. I had no gardening in my childhood whatsoever! My grandparents came to the states from eastern europe. We lived in the city until I was 8, and then moved to the suburbs. My first garden wasn't until 1972, when I 20 and moved to Oregon and rented a 14 acre farm with a bunch of other "commune" spirited friends.robin andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13390482190562312928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304963.post-1139520171386734052006-02-09T15:22:00.000-06:002006-02-09T15:22:00.000-06:00My parents got into gardening in the 70s, too (and...My parents got into gardening in the 70s, too (and beekeeping), and my dad still complains about all the farm chores he had when he was young. My grandparents only had chickens and a large garden by the time I came along, and I wish I had been more interested... they certainly would have had a lot to teach me.<BR/><BR/>I like knowing that I'm honoring their way of life. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304963.post-1139510225892178492006-02-09T12:37:00.000-06:002006-02-09T12:37:00.000-06:00Very interesting. No farmers here either, but my D...Very interesting. No farmers here either, but my Dad and Granddad are super greenthumbs and it took.<BR/><BR/>...not the super part.R.Powershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905593499136090763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304963.post-1139505362549728072006-02-09T11:16:00.000-06:002006-02-09T11:16:00.000-06:00I spent several of my growing up years on an acrea...I spent several of my growing up years on an acreage, and we had a huge (at least it seemed huge to me) garden that I loathed because a) I hated the garden serfdom of weeding and b) I hated most vegetables. And now here I am in my 30s and panting for more dirt, more vegetables! Maybe the secret is denial, some kind of reverse psychology... gotta keep that in mind with my own kids regarding the garden. <BR/><BR/>"No, you can't weed! Get the heck out of here!"<BR/><BR/>Maybe when they're teenagers they'll be sneaking out the window to feast on raw rutabaga and dig out quackgrass. ;-)Madcaphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08966173518099250557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304963.post-1139503511423707722006-02-09T10:45:00.000-06:002006-02-09T10:45:00.000-06:00I look forward to reading your journey.I look forward to reading your journey.Kathiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17173161440073168360noreply@blogger.com