I Was Just A Young Girl ......" When we work to end childhood hunger, we are giving our love to kids who need it so much they will never ask for it." Beau Bridges
Due to my Mother's and Step Father's divorce and my Mom's continuing mental illness my Sister and I experienced hunger. I was 11 when it started, my baby Sister was only two. When Dad left, our Mother spent three years in and out of the State mental hospital several hundred miles from us.
Being my Sister's " Mom " from the time she was born, I became her provider as well... Things we ate:
Boiled macaroni with weevils.... As the pasta boils, the weevils rise to the top of the water and can be skimmed off.
Tho not ham, green meat is what you cook and eat if that's all you have.... Just hold your nose.....
Popcorn is good with ketchup ..... My Sis STILL calls it
"dip." A friend of mine thought this sounded not bad....
It, to us, was delicious... There just wasn't enough of it!
It is not my " normal" thing to speak of these times, nor to
"share them with the world." But, perhaps if you knew someone ( like me) who had actually felt that she would eat dirt, steal to feed her Sister, beg..... Than maybe, just maybe you might, during this week of Thanksgiving, give to the cause of hunger.... Please.
Do not pity me, it is this very experience that helps make me who I am today. In fact, on Thanksgiving day, like every day, I give thanks for the lessons that colored my world. Won't you please give if you're able? Love you, Kath