I went to my grandfather to find out how he survived and to learn the little secrets that helped him stay alive in spite of almost everyone else dying.
He was now almost 90, but the old man was still in good shape. For three weeks on end I absorbed his lessons like a dry sponge. On top of that, we built a lot of things together, including a root cellar and a storm shelter, just like the folks did when he was young. We made lard and ham, and we smoked four turkeys and preserved them for winter in four different, traditional ways-and a lot, lot more.
When I was a child, I was raised by my grandparents, but I hadn’t spent such a quality time with him until then. In fact, there were months when we barely even spoke-not because we couldn’t stand each other but because I was always too busy working or taking care of my kids… a lame excuse and a thing that I deeply regretted later on in life.
My grandfather passed on a couple of years ago and with him a magnificent amount of survival knowledge. I don’t know if you’re in a similar situation, but think about your grandfather and how many things he did or knew…things that will vanish forever into the dark abyss of ignorance.