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Here's a view of our place in Guinda - - it's a bike ride away from the general store  and 2 hours' drive east and north from San Francisco where we live. Our 15 acres are completely flat with neighbors far enough to have plenty of space for everyone and near enough to know by name. Life slows down in the place my Dad called "the valley that time forgot," and the main events of the day are definitely the wonderful meals enjoyed outside under the tree.  Of all the pleasures of country life, being near where food is grown is among the best. Get a taste for...

My dad George grew up in Yolo County in the 1930’s. The little town of Woodland is about 35 miles west of Sacramento and was  small enough that my dad could ride his bike backward down Main Street with no danger to himself or the other three Georges he rode with. “Be back by dinner” was the only rule my dad had to live by. Dinner was a feast of fried chicken, homemade bread, pickled everything from the garden, watermelon and pie for dessert. His mom, my Grandma Aggie, used to cut a pie in exact fourths for her family of...