Granny Wisdom
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My Hillbilly Parents: Vignettes from a Someday (Maybe) Memoir
I didn’t know it when I was a child, but my father was what some people might call a hillbilly. Daddy was one of the many Wilsons from Cameron, West Virginia, south of Wheeling. One of the few of them who left their birthplace, he escaped the poverty and isolation of his mountain home to Continue reading
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Greens
In her later years, my Aunt Hazel could be observed on summer evenings pacing back and forth across her suburban front lawn eyeing the ground. Amid the standard lawn grass in her unruly yard were a host of edible infiltrators: lamb’s quarter, dandelion leaves, and what she called redroot greens. She picked them as she Continue reading
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