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Grand Traverse Woman


Grand Traverse

WOMAN northern michigan’s magazine for women


Volume 16, No. 5 MAY/JUNE 2019


Grand Traverse Woman P.O. Box 22 Interlochen, MI 49643 tel: 231.276.5105 FACEBOOK: PUBLISHERS Kandace Chapple Kerry Winkler EDITOR Kandace Chapple,

Our parents always had a vegetable garden when we were growing up. It was work, tons of work, complete with bugs and dirt. It was both a blessing and a curse.

ACCOUNT DIRECTOR Kerry Winkler, ACCOUNT EXECUTIVES Deb Dent, Sherry Galbraith, Lori Maki,

POTATO BUGS Our job was to walk around carrying an old pop can with about an inch of gasoline in it. We had to find the potato bugs, curl our fingers around their stripe-shelled bodies, scoop them off the potato shoots and drop them in the can to die. What could be worse for a young girl than contemplating death in a pop can? Killing 50-100 eggs at a shot, that’s what. Our other job was to turn over the leaves and look for the smattering of orange eggs the potato bugs had laid. The only way to kill them was to smash them flat with our thumbs, obliterating them with a smear. It was the worst job, but it gave us an edge over the kids on the bus.

POTATO HARVEST Dad loved his potatoes. But hoeing them was no small task. If Dad sliced one with his potato hook, a cry of agony would fall across the garden. Our job was to follow Dad around with a pail and grab the fresh, pink potatoes from the ground as he shook the dirt loose from the plants and, occasionally, console him.

LETTUCE This was one of the fun jobs. We’d take mom’s serrated kitchen knife, the one with the long, white handle and cut a crisp handful of lettuce every day for her lunch or maybe a dinner salad. Oh, the satisfying cut of greens, a beautiful bounty, delivered to our mother for her sandwich. However, if the lettuce was ever presented for our consumption, we’d drop the knife and run.

GREEN BEANS Once the beans started, they never stopped. We took pails and headed to the garden every day or so. If we weren’t harvesting beans the size of our pinkies, we were too late. If they were the size of Dad’s thumb that meant we’d slacked off and skipped a plant (or 10) the previous night. There was nothing worse than showing up with a pail full of monster beans. They didn't lie. Then there was the year Dad decided also to plant yellow beans. Please, Lord, no, not an assortment.

CLEANING BEANS Three kids, three paring knives sharpened to a shine, a back porch and no supervision. We’re lucky to have 30 fingers left among us and the three of us still alive to tell it.


May/June '19


PEAS Okay. Peas are very satisfying to open and slide out with the flick of a thumbnail, so no complaints there. We passed many a summer evening shooting peas at each other while our mother wasn’t looking.

WATERING Dad rigged up a sprinkler tower in the middle of the garden with a metal pole and a wooden platform. Our job was to turn the sprinkler on and off for an hour every night. So simple. Unless you had no desire to do so. One of us had to stand at the spigot on the house, while another one shouted, “More! No, less!” as we tried to figure out just how far to turn the spigot for an arc of water that would hit the plants and not overshoot the garden altogether. (Green grass was not a goal back in the day.) It took a fair amount of arguing to water a square garden with a circle of water.

TOMATO WORMS We can’t tell you how many tomato worms we pretended not to see. Because if you saw them, you owned them. You were then charged with flicking them off with a stick and stepping on them. The problem with tomato worms is that they are thick.

THE HARVEST So, what did gardening teach us? How to kill, grow, water, clean and harvest. But also how to operate as a team. We can remember many nights spent with our father outside, in the evening sun, taking directions… and taking them again, louder. And all the summer dinners prepared with love and lettuce by our mother, the results of our family harvest. Now, as adults, we can see all of the work that garden must have been. Especially the job of wrangling three daughters into helping! But what a gift it was—that’s the blessing part. We can look back now and see all the time it afforded us with our parents: Together outside, in the sun, with dirt under our nails. We weren’t just helping the plants grow. We were growing, too. Happy Mother’s Day and Happy Father’s Day to the parents out there who are doing the hard work now that will be a blessing later!

ASSISTANT EDITOR Eva Nienhouse, COPY EDITOR Christine Kurtz DESIGNER Bethany Gulde, COVER PHOTO Jaclyn Roof will be speaking at the GTWoman May 8th “Beautiful Badass” Luncheon. See her story on page 8. Tiffany Clarke, Highland Street Photography PHOTOGRAPHERS Sarah Brown, Sarah Brown Photography Scarlett Piedmonte, Photography by Scarlett Beth Price, Beth Price Photography CONTRIBUTING WRITERS Stacy Arnold Stacie Belonga Marianne Bohn Debi Borges Corey Carlson Kendall Chapple Kay Epple Cathy Fitzgerald Andrea Holczman Tammy Hollenbeck Tammy Jones Brittany Luea Melissa Morgan Rochelle Nevedal Marjie Rich Erika Rogers Jaclyn Roof Laura Rutkowski Brittany Tembreull Laura Vansteenis Karen Wiand Amber Wilson ADVERTISING Kerry Winkler at 231.276.5105 or Visit for rates. SUBSCRIPTIONS Cost: $20 (for 6 issues) Subscriptions may be purchased online at or mail a check to: Grand Traverse Woman P.O. Box 22, Interlochen, MI 49643 ARTICLES/PRESS RELEASES Letters, inquiries, press releases and GTWoman In Business submissions are welcome. See for guidelines. MISSION STATEMENT Grand Traverse Woman is a bimonthly magazine dedicated to the interests of women in the five-county region. Our mission is to provide women with a publication that is educational and inspirational. We strive to maintain a positive, well-balanced and genuine forum for women's issues. © Copyright 2019 Grand Traverse Woman LLC All rights reserved.

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