Here’s my beloved Grandpa John (John M. Norton, originally of St. Marie’s, Idaho), working away in the garden at Latah, Washington. It was at his knee, and my Grandmother Catherine’s, that I learned to garden. The man was a gardening master. Every year, he and Mr. Pittman, the neighbor across the street, had a friendly competition to see who’s corn would be ready first. He loved dahlias as well, and somewhere in these stacks in my study I will find a photo of him with the dahlias. Here, he is hoeing spuds, Red Pontiacs were his favorites. One did not buy potatoes in those days. No siree.
