My Grandma Ethyl is such a wild character, I’ve been dying to tell you all about her.
She recently turned ninety more than three years old, and is as active as he ever has been.
Over the last few weeks I have spent a lot of time with her, writing down his memories so he has something to pass on. My family grew up poor, so there weren’t a lot of pictures or family heirlooms; Ethyl wanted to document the story of his family, and I decided to help his with it. The greatest surprise was that Ethyl pulled his family out of poverty with cannabis farming. I had never thought about it before, however throughout the history of our nation, cannabis has been present the entire time! Native Americans used cannabis often, just like 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 his friends and neighbors. After just a few weeks he was selling cannabis to middle-men who were selling it all around the state. We particularly traced it all out on an old map, so I could see how far his cannabis distribution routes went! Grandma Ethyl wasn’t just a humble cannabis farmer, he was some kind of queenpin! There is no question this book is going to be sensational, because he has so several good cannabis stories for it! The final surprise was that after all these years, Ethyl still tends a garden, and still grows his own personal cannabis.