Saline’s indoor market keeps the local food faith.
Potatoes. Pretzels. Vegetables. Apples. Organic meats and eggs. Hand-dipped chocolates. Cookies. Cakes. Dog biscuits and cat treats. Alpaca wool socks. Raw, raspberry, blueberry, and thistle honeys. Jams. Jellies. Syrups. Soaps. Spiced nuts.
All these–and much more–are weekly staples at the Saline Indoor Farmers’ Market, which runs from 9 a.m. until 1 p.m., on winter Saturdays.
Whoa. Back up. Alpaca wool socks?
Five Stories of Overcoming Addiction
“I want you to know that I never considered your father an alcoholic because his drinking never interfered with his job,” my mother-in-law confessed to her sons at the end of her life. Until that day, she had never spoken the dreaded “A” word.
Alcoholism was the metaphorical elephant swept under the rug in my husband’s family. Over the course of four decades, no one ever acknowledged the problem that haunted us all. Luckily, one day my father-in-law stopped patronizing the local saloon. The reason was never discussed, but we were all grateful–wary, scarred, but grateful.
Many German Americans fought in the Great War. Back home, many others endured witch hunts.
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, the guns on the western front of the Great War fell silent, ending four of the bloodiest years in the history of the world.
The war demolished empires and reconfigured the map of Europe. Between 9.5 and ten million fighting men were killed; twenty-one million were wounded; 7.5 million were missing or taken prisoner. No one knows how many millions of innocent civilians were killed or maimed, how many children were orphaned, and how many families lost their homes.