I would like to announce that as a young person I hunted for food

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19. Over Thanksgiving weekend my Mom talked about growing up

Poor during the Depression. Her father was a carpenter - no jobs at all for him in rural Alabama in the 1930s. They managed to eat from what he could hunt - squirrels, deer, possums, rabbits, birds - and what her Mom could grow in a kitchen garden when they lived in a place where there was a place to put a garden. Many years, they had to live with relatives who had space to share and could afford to add five more mouths to feed.

She said they ate a lot of squirrels. Even when they lived in town, her brothers could manage to shoot or catch a few squirrels nearly every day. She said her mother cooked them like chicken - floured and pan fried.

She worked hard to make sure her children didn't have to live as close to the edge as she did. Even when times were tight for her and my Dad, we were never as poor as she grew up being.