Letter to the Editor: Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?
I was raised in the hills of Tennessee and know quite a bit about the “wilderness.” Being one of 10 children, I can attest to the fact that life was not always easy, and food was not in abundance. I remember many times hunting squirrels, rabbits or running down a chicken for food, and no this was not a sport but rather a means of survival. A meal of beans, potatoes and cornbread was mighty tasty after coming in from a day’s work of chopping wood, feeding the animals or plowing. Those were tough, yet good times, even though I didn’t think so at the time.
Updated Mar 21, 2018 at 12:00 PM