The Humble Milkweed

20171018_112032

Probably many of my readers recall picking milkweed as children–such an unique plant.

20171016_170044_resized

Yesterday my twelve-year-old granddaughter and I reveled in the superb softness of milkweed down. She sent it flying far and near, and piped, “Grandma, it’s softer than my special silky blanket!”

For the sake of the Monarch butterfly, ¬†people have started re-growing this “weed” that used to flourish in Iowa’s ditches. Back in the forties and fifties, milkweed fluff was everywhere.

Many of us ran our fingers over the satiny floss that floated like dandelion fluff on sunny fall days. But few realized how vital this wispy white stuff had been in the World War II effort to save sailors’ lives. The Japanese controlled kapok, the normal life vest filler, so milkweed floss became a workable substitute.

20171018_111956

I’ve been reading an incredible book called¬†And If I Perish, about nurses and doctors who risked–and often gave–their lives to help wounded soldiers. My research also gave me the story of an Indiana sailor who suffered in the waters of the Pacific and would have died without his life belt. He brought it home as a keepsake, and when his mother looked it over, she realized the inspection number on the belt belonged to her.

20171016_165954_resized

Yes, she worked in a factory that produced life belts and vests. Such an ironic twist to this sailor’s story of deliverance. The war era is full of these stories–I can’t get enough of them.

 

One thing is certain, I’ll never look at milkweed quite the same way again.

20171016_165946

10 thoughts on “The Humble Milkweed

  1. Bravo – once again a perfect “look” at the “simplest things”. It made my heart soar and reminded me of that softer than soft feel.

  2. Thanks for sharing about milkweeds! Now I will think about more than butterflies when I see the plant. I also want to read the mother/son story you mentioned.

    • The countryside’s changed a lot…few, if any fences, fewer deep ditches as in my childhood. More chemicals on the crops–it all makes a difference, but I’m glad you could still find the food for those babies, Lynn.

  3. Loved this story about the mom and her son. Beautiful. I was also reminded of how much my mom loved to find the perfect weeds to dry and put in arrangements. A stem of perfect milkweed pods was a special treasure To her for sure. Sadly, the monarch feasting on these was never even considered then. I love that people are planting them intentionally to help with monarch repopulation. Thanks for sharing this.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>