THE STORY OF ANN WIGMORE (PART 1)
“I see a world without sickness … a world in complete harmony and in perfect physical, mental and spiritual balance by following nature’s laws of cause and effect.
Despite our historic love affair with grains and the worldwide abundance of grasses, no culture has ever cultivated the drinking of juice grass until the latter half of the 20th century. The popular consumption of fresh squeezed wheatgrass juice is due largely to the efforts and genius of one woman, Ann Wigmore.
Born in Lithuania in 1909, Ann Wigmore had a rough beginning. She started out by being born prematurely. Then she was abandoned because she was a sickly baby and a burden to her parents seeking a new life in the United States. Her grandmother, a self-taught naturalist, rescued and restored Ann to normal health. She learned a lot about healing by watching her grandmother heal wounded WW1 soldiers with herbs and weeds. But at age 16, she still had no schooling and couldn’t even write her name. At the urging of her grandmother, she left for the United States to get a proper education and reunite with her estranged parents. She wanted to do well and adopted the American lifestyle, including a typical American diet. Eventually, this resulted in colon cancer. Then a terrible automobile accident shattered both her legs. Gangreen set in and the doctors recommended amputation. She refused, and against her own father’s wishes was sent home.
“My homecoming was not a happy one. Neither my father nor my mother would come near me, and only with the help of my uncle would I find something for breakfast”.
Ann knew there was a better way. She returned to her previous “peasant” diet of vegetables, grains, seeds and greens and restored her health by doing what she saw her grandmother do. She picked wild weeds and greens and applied them to her feet. This was not the desperation of a diseased mind but the result of her grandmother’s teachings about healing powers of grasses and weeds. Ann developed a ravenous apetite for anything green. She nibbled on grass and sucked out its juice. She sat for hours in the warm summer sun wathing the greenish-blue ring or the “creeping death” as her uncle sorrowfully called it, rise up her legs. Winter was approaching and there would be no more fresh grass. What to do?
I asked God for direction. He supplied an exciting solution : the use of grains to grow greens right in the kitchen!
One day to her surprise, the little white dog who gave her so much needed love and affection started to lick her legs. This was the one part of her body he never touched. “My first thought was for the animal’s safety”, said Ann. I impulsively raised my arm to move it away when the injunction of my grandmother came to mind so distinctly I could almost hear her voice: ” Instinct-guided creatures, left to themselves, do not make mistakes”.
That puppy was the first indication of Ann’s recovery. Rest, sun, wild herbs, weeds and kitchen-grown grasses rejuvenated Ann’s health. She knew she was not going to die. The doctors informed her father that she was apparently out of danger. According to Ann, “This infuriated him, because he couldn’t accept that he was wrong in his decision to have my feet removed. It was several months before her feet were completely healed and she returned to the hospital for an examination. The doctors “made no comment when the X-Ray files showed that the bones had knitted firmly”, said Ann. Years later, Ann Wigmore ran the Boston Marathon. Ann tested her indoor grasses on her animal friends. Wheat became her favorite grass because the animals chewed more of it and it was sweet-tasting, easty-to-find and inexpensive. To further her studies, she even adopted a sick, cancerous monkey. Ann nursed the monkey back to good health with creative techniques and live food recipes including sprouted seeds, fermented nut and seed “yoghurt”, and rejuvelac, a cultured sprouted wheat drink. These, along with wheatgrass, would later become the corner of her Living Foods Diet.” By Steve Meyerowitz
………. Look out for PART 2 of this incredible story.
The Ann Wigmore Story