Not Far From the Tree

My grandmother was always one to look at labels.  She was always picking up the saucer and turning it over when having tea at a friends house.  She was checking to see how expensive it was.  She inspected the silver looking for Reed & Barton embossed on the handle.

She didn't limit her inquisition to tableware.  She would read the labels of ladies coats hanging over their chair, flip up the corner of a rug, and take note of the furniture.  It was downright embarrassing!  As a teenager, I would make up any excuse not to go "visiting" with her.  I vowed never to do the same thing.

Fast forward 40 years to dinner at a restaurant celebrating a family birthday.  My questions ranged from, "where was the salmon caught?"  to "are the greens organic?" to "is that to-go container compostable?"  My daughter, thoroughly embarrassed at this point, threatened to have me buried in a Styrofoam cooler for eternity, if I didn't knock it off.  It may have been a different set of questions than Grandma asked, but there I was, judging everything.  This time for the sustainability rating.

I spend a lot of time carefully choosing products I consume to ensure they are the easiest on Planet Earth.  I won't use paper products without post-consumer recycled paper if at all, buy my food locally, try to find reused items before buying something new, etc.  I just hadn't realized how completely ingrained in my daily life it has become until the polystyrene threat.

It was also Grandma who loved to say about family members, "That nut didn't fall far from the tree."  Apparently this nut is closer to the tree than she thought.