I have farmer’s blood on both sides of my lineage. My Grandparent’s, and their Grandparent’s, grew food for their family’s food security. The concept of big agricultural business was a foreign as sushi to them. I have generosity buried in my soul. It was born in the field’s of green beans and okra. My Grandparent’s shared willing with family, friends, co-worker’s at the cotton mill, and neighbors. I am grateful for the memories. When I was a child, I did not realize I was be taught the skills of survivalist. I was unaware, my self image was becoming entangled with fresh food. I learned waste not in the harvests. And the concept of, take only what you need. I learned the skills of canning, freezing, picking, cleaning, weeding, and pruning with out even realizing. I am a product of my environment.