This is not my Grandfather's Garden
Just another way the world has changed.
I was close to high school graduation the first time I ate a green bean from a can. Until then, the green beans we ate came in Mason jars, grown, strung, and canned at my grandparent’s weekend-away property in Blue, WV. They lived full-time in Parkersburg, but what most today would refer to as a “deer camp,” was, for my …
