Kz Thuna Ranch, Inn, Bar & Grill

Kz Thuna Ranch, Inn, Bar & Grill Welcome to KzThuna Ranch, Inn, Bar & Grill. A place for friends to visit and share our adventures Originally known as the KZThuna Saloon in St.

Louis we relocated to Georgia and then settled in Honea Path, SC. Not quite "Gods" country....but it works for us. Honea Path is and hour+ from the Smokey Mountains and several hours from the beach. It is a great place for weary traveling friends to stop off a bit. We invite our friends to come for a visit.

10/11/2026

I am kitchened out for the weekend.

Added to the cupboard:
12 jars of spaghetti sauce.
6 jars of dehydrated apples.

That spaghetti sauce tastes fantastic!

10/06/2026
WHEN AMERICA COUNTED ITS JARS  Part 4: Maybe We Should Start Counting Our Jars AgainOver the last three posts, I've shar...
10/03/2026

WHEN AMERICA COUNTED ITS JARS
Part 4: Maybe We Should Start Counting Our Jars Again

Over the last three posts, I've shared something I stumbled across almost by accident while doing genealogy research: old newspaper articles reporting how much food people had canned.

What started as a curiosity turned into a pretty interesting trip through history.

I found communities that actually counted their jars and reported the totals in the newspaper. I found women and young people competing in canning contests for ribbons, cash, livestock and scholarships. Then came World War II, when Victory Gardens, 4-H programs and community canning kitchens helped turn those same everyday skills into part of the national war effort.

The more I read, the more I kept coming back to one thought.

Maybe we should start counting our jars again.

Not because I think we're going back to 1933 or 1943, and not because I expect grocery stores to disappear tomorrow.

I just think there is value in knowing how to do some things for ourselves.

Today, most of us are incredibly disconnected from our food. We walk into a grocery store and find tomatoes in January, strawberries in December and shelves filled with food from all over the world. It's convenient, efficient and something previous generations could hardly have imagined.

But that convenience also makes it easy to forget just how much has to happen for that food to be sitting there waiting for us.

Someone has to grow it. Someone has to process it. Someone has to package it. Warehouses have to operate. Trucks have to move. Fuel and electricity have to be available. Roads have to remain open. And, somewhere along that entire chain, somebody has to show up for work.

Most of the time, that system works remarkably well.

Sometimes it doesn't.

A hurricane doesn't have to destroy the country to leave your local grocery store empty for a few days. A power outage doesn't have to last for months to become a problem. A job loss, an unexpected expense or simply higher food prices can make what's already sitting on the pantry shelf suddenly seem pretty valuable.

That's what I think those old newspaper articles understood better than we sometimes do.

**Food independence doesn't mean you have to be completely self-sufficient.**

The people in those articles weren't either. They bought things. They traded. They depended on farmers, stores and neighbors just as we do.

But many of them also had **capacity**.

They could grow something.

They could preserve something.

They knew what to do when the garden suddenly produced 30 pounds of tomatoes at once. They had jars, equipment and recipes, but more importantly, they had knowledge. And they practiced those skills when there wasn't an emergency.

That's the lesson from this little journey through the newspapers that has stuck with me.

You don't need 20 acres and a barn.

Plant a couple of tomato plants. Grow some beans. Buy a bushel of peaches from a local farmer. Learn to make jam. Freeze something from the garden. Learn to pressure-can safely. Put six jars on the shelf this year.

Next year, maybe make it twelve.

And teach somebody else how to do it.

A hundred years ago, communities celebrated this knowledge. They taught it to their children, held competitions over it, handed out ribbons for it and actually printed the results in the newspaper.

Maybe they were onto something.

So I'm bringing back the question that started this entire series for me.

**How many jars did you put back this year?**

And if the answer is none, maybe next year we change that.

Because a pantry with food you've grown, preserved or put away yourself isn't about being afraid of tomorrow.

It's about being a little better prepared for it.

Looking for a good home. We played the chicken lottery and lost. One hen out of ten chickens🤦‍♂️. We have seven roosters...
09/27/2026

Looking for a good home.

We played the chicken lottery and lost. One hen out of ten chickens🤦‍♂️.

We have seven roosters who need homes.

Crawdads!!! Kathy and I did the chicken math last night and it looks like another round of chicks are going in the brood...
09/26/2026

Crawdads!!! Kathy and I did the chicken math last night and it looks like another round of chicks are going in the brooder.

FYI, our last round of 10 netted us one hen and 9 roosters. That’s what you call bad odds. (We are having a rooster sale….more on that soon).

WHEN AMERICA COUNTED ITS JARSPart 3: When Canning Became PatrioticIn the first two parts of this series, I talked about ...
09/24/2026

WHEN AMERICA COUNTED ITS JARS

Part 3: When Canning Became Patriotic

In the first two parts of this series, I talked about something I found fascinating in old newspapers: communities actually kept track of how much food people canned. Newspapers published the numbers, and county and state fairs handed out ribbons and prizes for canning.

Then America went to war, and those same skills took on a whole new importance.

During World War II, Americans were encouraged to plant Victory Gardens wherever they could—backyards, vacant lots, school grounds and community spaces. The idea was pretty simple: the more food people could grow for themselves, the less pressure there was on the commercial food supply during the war.

Of course, growing a garden is one thing. Figuring out what to do with all those tomatoes, beans and cucumbers when they come in at once is another.

That’s where canning came in.

One of the articles I found from 1942 has a headline that would probably seem pretty strange in a newspaper today:

“1,000 Jars of Fruit and Vegetables Canned in 4 Days at Kirby School.”

These were 4-H members using school kitchens to preserve food. The article talks about them doing their part to fulfill the “4-H Victory pledge” and says the kitchens were open during the week so young women could learn canning methods they could take home and use themselves.

I love that.

They were using a school kitchen to teach people how to put food away for their families.

Then I found another article from Marlow, Oklahoma, published in 1943.

The headline:

“20,000 Jars Canned in Local Gov’t Kitchen.”

Twenty thousand jars.

The article says 176 women took part in the program that summer, with about 19,000 jars going home with the families who canned them.

And they weren’t just canning green beans and tomatoes. The list included beans, peas, tomatoes, pineapple, apples, grapes, plums, greens, pumpkin, hominy, chicken and pork.

They even listed some of the women by name and reported how many hours they had worked in the kitchen.

There it was again.

They were counting the jars.

By this point it wasn’t just about winning a ribbon at the county fair. Growing and preserving food had become one of the ways ordinary Americans could contribute during the war.

And maybe that’s what I like most about these stories.

Nobody was suggesting that a jar of tomatoes was going to win World War II. But there was an understanding that millions of households doing small things could add up to something pretty significant.

Grow a garden. Use what you grow. Don’t waste it. Put some away for later. Learn how to do it safely. Teach your kids how to do it too.

It was practical.

And somewhere along the way, a lot of us lost those skills.

Today most of us can get practically any food we want, year-round, by walking into a grocery store. That’s an amazing thing. But it also makes it easy to forget just how dependent we have become on everything behind that grocery store—the farms, processors, warehouses, trucks, fuel, electricity and people required to keep those shelves stocked.

Our grandparents and great-grandparents weren’t completely self-sufficient either.

But a lot more of them knew how to produce something, preserve something and put something away.

And when difficult times came along, that knowledge mattered.

That’s the part of this history that I think is worth remembering.

Next — Part 4: Maybe We Should Start Counting Our Jars Again.

09/17/2026

Well. It’s better than a lot of people will have.

WHEN AMERICA COUNTED ITS JARSPart 2: When Canning Became a CompetitionIn Part 1, I shared something that originally caug...
09/14/2026

WHEN AMERICA COUNTED ITS JARS

Part 2: When Canning Became a Competition

In Part 1, I shared something that originally caught my attention while digging through old newspapers: communities once considered the amount of food they canned important enough to report in the newspaper.

But as I kept digging, I discovered something even more interesting.

They competed at it.

Canning contests were once a serious part of county fairs, state fairs, agricultural clubs, home demonstration programs, and the early boys’ and girls’ clubs that eventually became part of the 4-H movement.

There were rules. There were judges. There were ribbons. There were cash prizes.

And there were some fiercely accomplished young people.

One 1919 article I found tells the story of a girl who joined a canning club at about 10 years old. That first year she canned 560 cans of tomatoes and won a medal for having canned the largest number in her area.

The following year she won another medal—this time for canning the largest number of cans in the entire county.

By 1918, her canning exhibit had earned several prizes, including a purebred Jersey heifer, a college scholarship and cash awards.

Think about that for a moment.

A young girl’s ability to grow and preserve food could help earn her recognition, money, livestock and even an opportunity for education.

And it wasn’t just kids.

A 1933 South Carolina Women’s Canning Contest offered county prizes and advancement to the State Fair. Women were judged on carefully prepared exhibits of canned berries, other fruits and vegetables. The newspaper even asked local agents to report the number of jars of fruit, vegetables and meat canned in their county.

Once again, they were counting the jars.

But why turn something as ordinary as putting up food into a competition?

Probably for the same reason we hold competitions today.

Competition motivates people.

It encouraged better gardening, safer food preservation, less waste and better household management. It gave people an incentive to learn—and gave communities a reason to celebrate those who became good at it.

More importantly, look at what society was rewarding.

Knowledge.

Skill.

Work.

Planning.

Self-reliance.

The ability to take food from a garden or farm and preserve it safely for months to come.

A full pantry wasn’t something hidden away in the basement.

It was something to be proud of.

And those skills were about to become much more important.

Because within a few years, America would again find itself at war—and growing and preserving food would become more than a county-fair competition.

It would become part of the national effort.

Next — Part 3: When Canning Became Patriotic

There is still a little bit of freedom left in country living.
09/10/2026

There is still a little bit of freedom left in country living.

“One day a very wealthy father took his son on a trip to the country for the sole purpose of showing his son how it was to be poor. They spent a few days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

After their return from the trip, the father asked his son how he liked the trip. “It was great, Dad,” the son replied. “Did you see how poor people can be?” the father asked. “Oh Yeah,” said the son.

“So what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father. The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.

We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.

We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.” The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added, “It showed me just how poor we really are.”

Too many times we forget what we have and concentrate on what we don’t have. What is one person’s worthless object is another’s prize possession. It is all based on one’s perspective.

Sometimes it takes the perspective of a child to remind us what’s important.”

Our dinning room has been taken over 1st as a tomato ripening room and now as a basil and other herb dehydration room. T...
09/09/2026

Our dinning room has been taken over 1st as a tomato ripening room and now as a basil and other herb dehydration room.

Those tv tables have never had so much use.

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