Growing up in rural East Tennessee on my Grandfather's farm with 5 siblings and a host of cousins, I was never aware of those things we lacked materially compared to other children. I was only aware of the fresh smell of fresh grown vegetables in my grandmother's kitchen, a root cellar full of wonderful canned delights and the paperbags my mother faithfully saved and cut into small sheets and hid in her purse so I could draw pictures to more...
