Our RAGAN women, especially the Cherokee ones, live well into their 90s and 100s. My grandmother, who is a Ragan granddaughter, is 88 and still pushing a lawnmower, driving a car, volunteering two days a week at a homeless shelter and cooking more food than we will ever eat. Her older sister, Erin, is stomping the globe as we speak. And, like the previous respondent said, they grew up eating what they grew in the garden, drinking milk warm from the cow and water untreated out of the spring. They used homeade honey to sweeten and, with a family of 12 children, each one took a hoe after a breakfast of cornbread and sorghum syrup, hit the fields to hoe and hand pick the bugs off the corn. Their old place still stands. Sometimes I would just like to be a time traveler! Alicia