“The concert was so good,” Thalia tapped her toes, “I almost peed my pants!” Urania smirked. “You stole the ‘peed my pants’ line?” She raised her eyebrows. “Julia Roberts in that stunning red dress? Gushing as she left the opera Pirates of Penzance on Richard Gere’s arm?”
My story around money is... oblivious to me. It was suggested to me that we each have a story about money many months ago, and yet nothing. My degree in economics would suggest it's about utility, rational actors, and min/maxing but that's hooey. I guess it'll just have to remain in the "ruminating" category.
My father’s parents operated a general store and their town Post Office. During the not so Great Depression, everyone needed food, dry goods, and other life essentials to survive. Not all had money. Such folks bartered whenever possible. Milk from cows. Eggs from their chickens. Produce from their gardens. Sometimes an oversupply of such items offered in barter rendered their value slight, if at all. Dire business for those lacking dollars. Heart breaking for dad’s parents. A sad convolution in the energy exchange. I wonder about the people who lacked currency? Their fates?
So I offer thanks for today’s post and pictures from last night’s performance. My apologies for a “downer” take on the money/energy part of the post.
I love this discussion as I am in Slow Foods Seed Summit for the weekend. I have been hearing so many stories around $ and the destructive ways the earth has been used. But I have also heard many stories of hope, of coming together to heal and use regenerative practices to farm food locally. Especially needed now with the prices of diesel and more importantly for our health.
Having a degree in horticulture of practices that I never fully bought into like GMO seeds, herbicide’s and pesticides, and chemical fertilizers I feel that our soil is screaming.
My Great Grandparents were from Sicily - my great grandmother came in 1905 and then later sent for the rest of her family. When they came they brought seeds, and vines with them to plant at their home. In Sicily they grew olives groves, grove by grove were taken from them by the Mafia. Until they were shoved in one room (7 people), while the Mafia took over their home.
They came for a better life. They saved, bought a home and invited any family member to be with them until they could get their own home. Meals were all eaten together. When the depression came my great grandmother held mortgages for everyone she could so no one would lose their homes. Long after she passed these people would come to the house and give the money to my Grandmother.
She gardened every piece of her property so that she could share it. She canned tomatoes, and many other vegetables, my great grandfather built her a root cellar to store everything she could to last for the winter. He made the wine so that they could have it for their meals which also was a tradition.
The whole neighborhood benefited. And maybe that is what we need to come back to helping our community. Food is love, it’s how I was raised. Hence my passion for cooking.
My story around money is... oblivious to me. It was suggested to me that we each have a story about money many months ago, and yet nothing. My degree in economics would suggest it's about utility, rational actors, and min/maxing but that's hooey. I guess it'll just have to remain in the "ruminating" category.
My father’s parents operated a general store and their town Post Office. During the not so Great Depression, everyone needed food, dry goods, and other life essentials to survive. Not all had money. Such folks bartered whenever possible. Milk from cows. Eggs from their chickens. Produce from their gardens. Sometimes an oversupply of such items offered in barter rendered their value slight, if at all. Dire business for those lacking dollars. Heart breaking for dad’s parents. A sad convolution in the energy exchange. I wonder about the people who lacked currency? Their fates?
So I offer thanks for today’s post and pictures from last night’s performance. My apologies for a “downer” take on the money/energy part of the post.
T-shirt: “They say, ‘It takes a village to raise a child.’ Sooo… do they just show up? Do I need to call someone?” 😁
I love this discussion as I am in Slow Foods Seed Summit for the weekend. I have been hearing so many stories around $ and the destructive ways the earth has been used. But I have also heard many stories of hope, of coming together to heal and use regenerative practices to farm food locally. Especially needed now with the prices of diesel and more importantly for our health.
Having a degree in horticulture of practices that I never fully bought into like GMO seeds, herbicide’s and pesticides, and chemical fertilizers I feel that our soil is screaming.
My Great Grandparents were from Sicily - my great grandmother came in 1905 and then later sent for the rest of her family. When they came they brought seeds, and vines with them to plant at their home. In Sicily they grew olives groves, grove by grove were taken from them by the Mafia. Until they were shoved in one room (7 people), while the Mafia took over their home.
They came for a better life. They saved, bought a home and invited any family member to be with them until they could get their own home. Meals were all eaten together. When the depression came my great grandmother held mortgages for everyone she could so no one would lose their homes. Long after she passed these people would come to the house and give the money to my Grandmother.
She gardened every piece of her property so that she could share it. She canned tomatoes, and many other vegetables, my great grandfather built her a root cellar to store everything she could to last for the winter. He made the wine so that they could have it for their meals which also was a tradition.
The whole neighborhood benefited. And maybe that is what we need to come back to helping our community. Food is love, it’s how I was raised. Hence my passion for cooking.
Rant over! Happy Sunday! Cure!