Our legacies choose us, we don’t choose our legacies. This is what we have learned from a jar of beans. When my grandfather died in a car crash my grandmother gave me a jar of beans she had found in pops shed. That following Christmas an aunt of mine got me the Heirloom Vegetable Gardening by William Woys Weaver. I had already been growing some heirloom stuff. The beans in my jar turned out to be old Lancaster County ones, one of which (Stoltzfus String Bean) had be extinct, no one had seen that bean in 70 years until I poured it out unto this coffee table. I was hooked.