Growing up in the country is one of my favorite experiences as a child.
My maternal grandad, Arthur Young (AY), Sr.'s old barn
My chores as a child consisted of cutting grass, shucking corn, snapping beans, and picking pecans. This was the country way of life. I had no idea this was not the norm for everyone until I was older.
As a kid, my chores were the worst! As an adult, I'm thankful I was able to experience it all. I'm also appreciative of the land my ancestors fought so hard to keep during a time when it was uncommon for blacks to own land without issues. Through stories passed down, I learned how hard my grandfather and his siblings worked to make a living and provide for their families off the land. The same as those before them.
I don't ever want to be a city girl. I love being from the country and so grateful to experience this life! I can't imagine not eating greens and cornbread without chow-chow.
Now that food prices are through the roof, I can't wait to start my own garden like my parents and grandparents had growing up. I can taste the watermelon!
