Friday, October 28, 2011
Keo komo Kweh
I'm cutting back my garden next year because of the time involved and of course I can go to the Farmers Market on Saturday mornings, but this lady, along with countless other Indians, never had that option. They had to put in the work if they wanted food that up-coming winter. We would do the same thing if we had to now, but it isn't that hard now, we can always burn it to the grocery store on the corner. She spoke our language, attended our religious ways and was an inspiration to many. We have a much easier life today than these old folks so it makes you feel guilty to a certain extent. This picture was taken during the Great Depression, so it was doubly important to make the gardens produce and do the work necessary to put up the food for later.