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We had raspberry and black berry bushes in our back yard. We would pick them and make jelly from them. So good!
My Grandpa had a yard with just about any fruit and veggie available. He liked to grow them, but he'd say: Here, have some fruit! Have some yogurt! It's good for you! And then... he'd go pour himself some brandy! He hardly touched any fruit in its original state... before it became brandy or wine that is... He lived to be 93, btw. And he pis*sed off Mom saying he maybe found some gray hair in his late 70's while she was dying her hair since her early 30's!
My grandmother ran greenhouses and there were also fields for pumpkins and strawberries. She sold wholesale, but in the summer she also had a roadside stand she sold the produce and stuff at. Every mother's day I would go up to the farm and pick strawberries with my mother and my aunts and we'd start at the crack of dawn and in the afternoon we'd get so punchy. I was just plopped down sitting in them and I looked like I'd been shot, eating them, we were throwing them at each other and my grandmother came over to the patch and cranked at us "You aren't picking them fast enough." Which is when my aunt coined the phrase "Okay Grambo!" and I broke out into 'Swing Low Sweet Chariot" and we would just laugh.
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