I have similar memories growing up in a very rural environment in NY. Although we did have indoor plumbing, there was an outhouse out back as we purchased the home from my great grandfather. There were times we did end up reverting back to that outhouse! I ended up marrying a farmer and have chosen to work part-time to spend more time with my family and have fewer extras. My Mom and Grandma taught me how to can and freeze just about everything and I do it today. It amazes my friends that my food tastes so much better that I have grown and canned or frozen. How could it not when you do it out of love for your family such as your family did? The best memories I have from growing up are not of material things but of playing in the creek and sledding with my family. Your article brought tears to my eyes remembering... Thank you.
Thanks, DancingBear. I'm very glad the story revived some memories for you. Those of us that were born into farming families share a special connection with the Earth, I think, and are able to appreciate the moment to moment wonders that reveal themselves to us in the most ordinary ways. It seems unfortunate that future generations will probably lack the simple joys of growing crops and being mostly self-sufficient. At least we have the memories to share, and I greatly appreciate that you took the time to let me know you identified with the story.