I spent Saturday afternoon clipping words and pictures out of old magazines. By old I mean going back to the fall of 2009. I have a collage piece in mind and need to cut out stuff. The first two magazines were Martha Stewart Living I did not subscribe to that, someone must have given it to me as a gift), recipes I'd never make because they sound like too much trouble, colorful ways to brighten up the home, wreaths out of apples, nuts and other edibles and that's where I got hung up and I'm still hung up. Why would you use edible things in wreaths and bouquets and assorted other things to brighten the home, it's a waste of food. With so many hungry people in our country, children, the elderly I just get mad.
I grew up in World War II, our house was bombed and we were evacuated to a small village in the Swabian Albs (different from Alps). We had no stores; whatever we needed we picked from the wild or grew in the garden plot the government gave us in a farmer's field. We gathered nuts for food, picked wild strawberries for jam, picked up beech nuts, which were made into oil. We crawled on hands and knees in wheat fields after the farmer had harvested his fields. We poached new shoots off pine trees, which gave us syrup, and the list is endless. I know that it was a long, long time ago and I'd shut up about if it were not a fact that in this country of supposed plenty there are people who don't have enough to eat, elderly who eat dog food because it's cheaper and supposed to be nutritious. It's time I jump off the soap box, but everybody knows that sooner or later I'm going to be on it again yammering about one thing or the other.
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