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Presents Roger DeWitt Artist of the Historical Midwest |
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Gardeners
The Story
My grandma always had a big garden even after most of the family had left the nest. I remember watching her weed early in the morning while it was still cool. Her hoe had been sharpened so much its blade wasn’t much wider than a butcher knife. Just about any vegetable you could think of was in that garden and most of them ended up in hundreds of clear Mason jars on long shelves in the cellar. My favorite helper job as a child was picking out those great big white potatoes as she flipped them out with her fork. Roger DeWitt, Artist
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