Going back to sharing and trading for local foods.
IN the 1930's, my mother tells me, they had no money but they had good food and good times. In one sense they were lucky that they lived in a rural environment, and had land to grow their own food. They preserved the food they grew, traded with neighbours, and created their own entertainment.
Out of necessity they had a small environmental footprint.
They were environmentalists without knowing it. My family has held on to the land that sustained them in those lean years, and I see it as an imperative that my generation return to that way of sustaining life. Together with family members, we are begining a process that will return our lives to that smaller footprint by growing our own foostuffs, trading with others in the nearby community, and sharing the benefits with those less fortunate through the local food bank.
