Jennifer Garner is one of the most loved celebrities because of how relatable and approachable she seems. Her Instagram account is brimming with wholesome content about being a mother and navigating through life.
Patricia English Garner is Jennifer Garner’s mother. As a young girl, Patricia had a lot of sweet memories of growing up at a farm in Locust Grove, Oklahoma.
She even recalls how her parents bought the piece of land that has stayed in their family for generations. Her parents bought the piece of land in 1936, with a bonus her father had received from fighting in World War I.
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The family had only $700 to purchase the land at the time. She recalls how her veteran father and mother did not even have a car at the time they bought the land. They had to hire someone to take them to the property.
“My parents didn’t even have a car, so when they heard about the land that was for sale, they hired someone to drive them to the property. The farm consisted of a two-room house and 20 acres–minus 1 acre at the heart of the property, which was a Native American cemetery,” Patricia said.
Mother told me the story of Dad leaning on his heels and negotiating all day over $20. When they finally agreed on a price, the deal was sealed, and the land was purchased. It’s been in our family ever since,” she ended.
Over the years as everyone grew up and moved away, the farm did not have one set of owners. It kept switching ownership from one family member to another as it was bought and sold repeatedly. Then finally, in 2017, Jennifer Garner decided to purchase the farm herself.
And she did not just purchase the farm for the sake of memory but she had the vision to turn it into a profitable business once again. To do so, she hired her uncle Robert and aunt Janet, who had previously owned the farm to help her with it.
It had been 40 years since the farm had been planted and tended to. In the past, her mother and her siblings had been avid farmers and sold pecans as well as grew lettuce, radishes, and potatoes.
And Jennifer wanted to bring that back. She established “Once Upon a Farm” with co-founders Ari Raz, John Foraker, and Cassandra Curtis. The idea was to grow organic fruits and vegetables that could be made into nutritious food for children.
She said she had been dreaming about the project for a while, “once upon a time… we dreamed of bringing baby food back to the roots with organic fruits and veggies harvested from local farmers, blended with love and served fresh from the fridge. We dreamed of feeling less stressed about mealtimes because we could feed our little ones foods that give them all the nutrients they need – and then some!”
Jennifer says giving busy moms access to nutritious food is important to her.
The company was started in 2018 and since then has been majorly successful. Their products are stocked at some of the biggest retailers in America and are also sold online on the company’s website.
While Walking Home from Work, I Witnessed a Man Degrading His Wife in Public, Unable to Tolerate It, I Stepped In and Gave Him a Lesson
As I made my way home after a long day at work, my mind was heavy with stress. Suddenly, a loud, angry shout broke through the usual noise of the city. In a nearby park, I saw a man shouting at his wife, who was crying. The scene was disturbing, and I felt a surge of anger. I had to intervene.
It had been one of those overwhelming days, filled with looming deadlines and my boss’s constant demands. All I wanted was to get home to my family and escape the stress. I envisioned my wife’s delicious cooking and the joyful laughter of my kids playing outside, but that was overshadowed by guilt about bringing work home.
As I approached the park, I heard the man hurl insults at his wife. She stood with her head down, clearly terrified and shaking. My heart ached for her. I couldn’t believe someone would treat their partner this way, especially in public. Just as I got closer, the man angrily knocked her purse to the ground, sending its contents everywhere while she stood there in tears.
The usual crowd of people walked by, casting disapproving glances but doing nothing to help. It was frustrating to see so many ignore the situation. When the man yelled at her to look at him, I felt my blood boil. I could no longer stand by.
I decided to call 911 but realized I needed to do more. Switching to my camera, I began recording. I captured the moment he pushed her and shouted terrible things. I moved closer to ensure I got a clear shot of both their faces. Then, I shouted at him, trying to distract him.
He turned his rage toward me, and I stood my ground, reminding him that his behavior couldn’t go unchecked. My intervention caught the attention of others, and soon, more people began recording. The man realized he was no longer alone and started to lose his bravado.
He attempted to dismiss the crowd but quickly retreated, humiliated. I rushed over to the woman and asked if she was okay. She looked up at me, tears of relief in her eyes, grateful for the support
As more people gathered, one kind woman, who happened to be a lawyer, offered her card in case the man caused any more trouble. The woman thanked her, clearly feeling hopeful for the first time. She told me she had already called the police and wanted to stay until everything was resolved.
Later that evening, as I settled at home, I felt both exhausted and exhilarated. I uploaded the video online, hoping it would encourage others to take action against abuse. The response was incredible. Within hours, it went viral, sparking conversations about domestic violence and the importance of standing up for those in need.
A few days later, I received a message from the woman I had helped. She had found the strength to leave her husband and was staying with friends. She thanked me for my intervention and mentioned seeking legal action with the help of the lawyer.
Feeling a deep sense of accomplishment, I reflected on the whole experience. My actions had not only helped one woman but also reminded everyone present of their ability to make a difference. When I shared the story with my family, they expressed admiration, and my wife hugged me tightly, proud of what I had done.
That Tuesday evening became more than just another day; it was a pivotal moment that reinforced the values of courage and compassion I wanted to instill in my children. It reminded me that even small actions can have a lasting impact on someone’s life, inspiring them to stand up for others in need.
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