Hippie Survivalist

I did not begin studying herbs in earnest straightaway. As a little girl, I listened to stories about my grandmother's granny knowing how to cure this or that with herbs. I loved hearing about my grandmother's childhood and strolling around her gardens as a child, watching her work tirelessly, seeing her can and preserve. I watched her save everything, recycle before it was popular, and "make do." I watched my grandfather repair everything, and build things. I saw him return from his hunts. I saw them work together to manage everything. Beneath all of this was an undercurrent of vigilance and self-reliance. I respected it while I saw others around me dismiss it as silly and old fashioned. They grew up during the Great Depression, and I listened to their stories and those of my great uncles and great aunts. Jude leaning into the corn When I was older, I studied history, anthropology, and then humanities. I learned how recently war ha...