The Earth Knows My Name: Food, Culture, and Sustainability in the Gardens of Ethnic America
- ISBN13: 9780807085714
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Product Description
Inspired by her own family’s immigrant history, Patricia Klindienst traveled the country, gathering stories of urban, suburban, and rural gardens created by people rarely presented in books about American gardens: Native Americans, immigrants from across Asia and Europe, and ethnic peoples who were here long before our national boundaries were drawn. In The Earth Knows My Name, she writes about the beautiful gardens she discovered, each one an island of hope, offering us a model—on a sustainable scale—of a truly restorative ecology.
“A moving tribute to those who keep the ancient love of the land in their hearts, and who stand up to the giants of agrobusiness in their fight to preserve their cultural heritage.” —Dr. Jane Goodall, DBE, founder of the Jane Goodall Institute, UN Messenger of Peace, and author of Harvest for Hope: A Guide to Mindful Eating
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The Earth Knows My Name: Food, Culture, and Sustainability in the Gardens of Ethnic America
This wonderful book will edify and inspire you. It is the individual stories of several gardeners from as many parts of the world who manage to communicate with the earth wherever they find themselves. Place a seed in fertile soil and predictable things happen no matter what your language or station in life. Through the stories of these hard-working, thoughtful people, we are reminded of what is truly important in life – family, community, our food and its source. I cannot recommend this book highly enough.
In the early 1970’s Studs Terkel traveled across the country interviewing people about their work, and eventually compiled the interviews into the book Working. In the early 2000’s, Patricia Klindienst took a similar approach, traveling around the USA to interview ethnic gardeners, immigrants who maintain their cultural identity through their connection to the earth.
While The Earth Knows My Name will never be a musical, it is a marvellous testament to the importance of earth and water, seed and plant, and in sustaining not just our ethnic roots, but also our whole selves. Her words bring to life the feeling of warm sun on your back while you plant corn, or crisp autumn mornings harvesting beans. She lets you smell the scent of flowers, but also taste the flavor of language, in her profiles of 15 gardeners.
This book is well written, it is poignant, and it is gently honest, with the author’s love of gardening, and sincere respect for her subjects masking the inevitable political undercurrents.
My only complaint is that there should have been more pictures – I craved a coffee-table presentation, with Klindienst’s words matched to lush photographs.
But maybe the mind’s eye is the better viewing choice. Buy the book, and decide for yourself. Better yet, buy the book, and plant a garden.
I would have purchased this book even if I did not know some of the people and places in this book. Patricia’s material and writing are inspirational not just for gardeners but for anyone who is interested in where their food originates. The diversity of the gardens and gardeners made me realize again, the necessity of supporting our local growers. My only complaint is that I wanted more and found myself rationing my chapters. Hopefully there will be a sequel to include the gardens she omitted. I strongly recommend this book. Makes a great gift.
What a beautiful, wise, passionate and informed book. I guarantee you will want to discuss its ideas with your friends, and give copies to those you love most. And of course, if you don’t have a garden, it will inspire you to start one. Or, if you don’t have the space, to find a community garden. Or, if you don’t have access even to a community garden, to start growing some herbs at home!
I would like to share one short quote here, from the epilogue, entitled A Garden Democracy. There’s a fellow in Connecticut called Whit Davis, the last surviving member of his Yankee clan, who recently made a gift of some original Indian seed corn to a local tribe. As a result this tribe have been able to finally start recreating the Indian gardens that the first English settlers came across and destroyed in short order.
“How can a gesture as simple as the gift of seeds be a meaningful answer to centuries of injustice?
Because it makes possible the restoration of the seed’s place in a structure of meaning. The English imposed on “the garden of New England” the idea of land as commodity, the wilderness as a fund of natural capital at their disposal, and seed as a form of currency. Whit’s return of the seeds refuses those meanings.”
Exactly. Through reading this book, and hopefully cultivating a piece of land yourself, you will come to understand that it’s not just real estate, it’s not just a commodity, it’s Mother Earth. In other words, the Indians were right all along.
Right up there with Michael Pollan, Aldo Leopold, Sir Albert Howard, Richard Evans Schultes, Paul Stamets, Jane Goodall, Masanobu Fukuoka, Carlo Petrini, Bill McKibben, Wendell Berry, Edward O. Wilson, and all the others who have drawn attention to the fact that our relationship to the earth is more than merely economic.
Thank you Patricia!
THE EARTH KNOWS MY NAME: FOOD, CULTURE, AND SUSTAINABILITY IN THE GARDENS OF ETHNIC AMERICANS isn’t just from a single gardener’s perspective: master gardener Patricia Klindienst traveled across the country for three years to write this, gathering stories of urban and rural gardens from American gardeners whose immigrant roots reflect their gardening choices. Hers combines a history of how immigrant Americans grew food and transmitted cultural background in the process, with chapters blending their oral stories with such background. It’s a wide-ranging title which will interest not only gardeners, but any intrigued by immigrant history and cross-cultural encounters.
Diane C. Donovan
California Bookwatch