She was in charge of the botany, and tending the cannabis crops, and grandpa provided security, something he was very good at
Gather round, boys and girls, because I have the cutest story you will hear this week! I recently got a chance to really talk with my grandma, and her story blew my mind. I have known her my whole life, of course, but it is different now, because I am a mother and we connect on another level. She told me all about meeting my grandfather, and the whirlwind romance that caused quite a stir in the local community. It turns out that my grandpa used to be the deputy sheriff for the town, and grandma was living on a marijuana farm with her parents. The area was economically depressed, and marijuana was a great cash crop her family had used to survive for years. One day grandpa was sent out to issue a warning to the marijuana farmers that the cops were going to start burning the fields. Something happened that night, and grandpa never went back to the police station — he left his gun and badge, drove grandma away from the marijuana farm, and they never looked back. They drove across the country, to a remote spot in the country, and they started their own marijuana farm. As I said, it was a great cash crop back then, and she had all the skills and knowledge to grow cannabis. She was in charge of the botany, and tending the cannabis crops, and grandpa provided security, something he was very good at. I was flabbergasted, having never known my family had such a long and intimate history with growing cannabis.