By Leigh Ann Henion
The ripe ear of corn came off in Eula’s hand with a rubbery squeak. “I must’ve missed one,” she said, raising her eyes to survey the garden-acre. After thinking about it for a minute she concluded, “My bucket must’ve been full. That’s probably why I left it.” Her conclusion made sense, because Eula Vines doesn’t miss much.
Eula has tended gardens as long as she can remember. She recalls learning to preserve summer’s bounty for leaner months as part of her upbringing in Watauga County, North Carolina.
She said, “When I got married, the only way you could make it was to grow a garden and can…We had no refrigerator and you had to can it to keep it. You used to have to do a water bath, but now we’ve got pressure cookers.”
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