“MAKE OUR GARDEN GROW”
GARDEN MEMORIES
Between the ages of four and seven I lived in Ripon, Wisconsin. For some reason I hold that time in my mind as one of particular sweetness. Even though snow covered the ground for a large part of the year, my strongest memories are of gardens and green things. I remember picking wild asparagus by the side of the road, “jack in the pulpits” in the woods, and tall trees; but the most intense memories are of two gardens.
Mrs. Miller lived in a big yellow… More











