Most of us could not survive
July 20, 2012
It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was watching men working on a new house. They had skills. I thought of my grandfather. A farmer. He knew how to grow things. And he was a blacksmith. He knew about machinery. Animals. And my grandmother. She knew what you could eat in the fields. What berries. What mushrooms. She knew how to preserve. My grandparents only went to grade 4 or 5. But they could read. And write. And they knew all about the land.
What if there was some catastrophe. That threw us back into the 1800s. Most of us could not survive. We are fragile.
Do you know the difference between a chicken and a rooster?