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The Forsyth Farmers’ Almanac exhibit includes portraits and stories.

had a smokehouse where meats were cured. Before she went off to school every morning, she cooked breakfast for her 10 brothers and sisters. “And we didn’t have a fridge, just an icebox,” Carrie informed me. Daisy rolled her eyes. “You had an icebox? You was in society!” For these women, the hard work required on the farm is still an important point of pride. Daisy beat her pop at a cotton-picking contest. Sybil bragged that she used to wield a huge crosscut saw to feed the fireplace. Carrie was called “Queen Tobacco” because she could string 1600 sticks a day of the stuff to dry in the barn. She also learned how to drive a tractor when she was 8. Unimpressed, Daisy dismissed this with a harumph. “You had a tractor?! You are from society! All we had was an old mule!” Eventually, the promised

For more farmer stories, go to facebook. com/ForsythFarmersAlmanac. Forsyth Farmers Storytelling When: Tues., Nov. 19, 7 p.m. Where: The Sentient Bean, 13 E. Park Cost: Free Info:

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prosperity of city life lured these farm women to Savannah. Carrie found plenty of work in restaurants, traditional Southern kitchens where her skills shone. “I could make 300 biscuits in 30 minutes,” she chirped to the group. When Williams Court service coordinator and fellow Mixed Greenie Tammy Kenkel pointed out that she probably never got a day’s rest until she retired, Carrie broke into a cackle and said, “I reckon so.” Though they miss their porches and the smokehouse bacon and dawn milkings, these farmers seem content to spend their twilight years with air-conditioning and cable. Can you blame them? “I like to talk about it. I wouldn’t give up my past. But it was hard,” admits Daisy. “I wouldn’t want my chirren to have to do it.” As I watch my own chirren run out to the yard and pick off the last red pepper to add to the storebought kale for the evening’s stir fry, I wonder if our symbolic efforts are enough to connect food back to the land. My new farmer friends would pshaw it as ridiculous and sentimental, but I sometimes wish we did have to work our fingers into blisters to feed ourselves. Just for a little a while, just so we know not to take the nourishment for granted. cs


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Connect Savannah Nov 13, 2013  
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