My Grandmother Ethyl is such a wild character, I’ve been dying to tell you all about her.
She recently turned ninety numerous years old, and is as active as she ever has been.
Over the last few weeks I have spent a lot of time with her, writing down her memories so she has something to pass on. My family grew up poor, so there weren’t a lot of pictures or family heirlooms, but ethyl wanted to document the story of her family, and I decided to help her with it. The biggest surprise was that Ethyl pulled her family out of poverty with cannabis farming. I had never thought about it before, but throughout the history of our nation, cannabis has been present the entire time! Native Americans used cannabis often, just enjoy they did with tobacco, and pot has been smoked since the country was founded. Ethyl knew this decades ago, and started quietly farming marijuana plants to sell to her friends and neighbors. After just a few weeks she was selling cannabis to middle-men who were selling it all around the state. Both of us actually traced it all out on an old map, so I could see how far her cannabis distribution routes went! Grandmother Ethyl wasn’t just a humble cannabis farmer, she was some kind of queenpin! There is no question this book is going to be sensational, because she has so numerous great cannabis stories for it! The final surprise was that after all these years, Ethyl still tends a garden, and still grows her own personal cannabis.