My grandmother Everlena Lawson was not a woman of a lot of words, but she still taught me with her mouth closed “Mother” as did my grandfather “Poggie”. It doesn’t take a whole lot of words to get your point across, action says it best.
I can remember the garden to the right of the house and every year until I started school my grandparents had one and I helped each day I was there and was more than happy to. Today if I can’t find it at a fast food joint it’s ain’t happening.
My grandfather Richmond Thomas. would draw water from the well and sit a bucket at the head of the garden and my grandmother would hoe and I would plant the food in the spot Mother hoed and have a small bucket I went back and forth and filled up and watered the plantes of seeds I put in the ground and covered up. When the bucket was almost empty my grandfathers would stop plowing and go fill the bucket until all the garden was done.
I want my days back, I no longer want to have to work for other just to live, I want to grow my own food and trade with others and live the way life was truly intended...
I want to go help those who are in need and it not be a requirement just to make money, but all that was taken away and I want a free life back.
When we loved and was more than happy to help one another, no wars or rumors of wars, no conflict, no man more superior than another, just humans ensuring that all are cared for.
Many will say this way is impossible but I don’t agree with that, love always wins and so does life...
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