I actually do have fond memories of picking strawberries on the farm. I can remember the field filled with friends and family for about two weeks in June. I know that we would often throw extra-juicy berries at each other and that I had many a berry stain on my clothes and skin. In fact, I recall having red finger for weeks after strawberry season after having picked, washed, hulled, and eaten dozens of quarts (I'm sure!) of delicious strawberries. Mom makes the absolute best strawberry shortcake, and I have eaten more than my share of her bisquits covered with her strawberry concoction! I also remember trying to get into the strawberry patch early in the morning so I would not have to work in the hot afternoon sun. I do not know how often I was able to get out there early after doing chores first, but I can even now feel the coolness of the breezes and the scent the patch. I also know that I learned much about ecnomics early on by riding in with mom or dad to be left with (usually) Diane to sell quarts of berries at Grandma and Grandpa Sisson's house on Rice Avenue across from the school. We would move one of the grey-painted picnic table benches out to the street side and sell the berries to people who stopped their cars or to neighbors. We kept the money in a cigar box. I learned how to determine the correct amount to charge, how to make change, and how to say thanks! By and large, my memories are fond.
I think about strawberries. I would put 300 quarts or more in the bed of the old Ford pickup and drive into Millcreek to the Barner fruit stand on 12th Street across from the airport. They usually bought them all. Sometimes we would take them to other stands. I just liked growing strawberries.
We met Vic and Sandy Wheeler when we had "pick your own" strawberries. We had kids from Platea come over to pick for us. All the kids picked.
We put the strawberry field in during the early seventies and had it for quite a while. We had strawberries as a kid on the farm and worked for Meeder's farm hoeing strawberries on Lake Street in Girard, where Pine Tree Drive is now. He had about 15 to 20 acres.
All that experience helped me to convince Nancy that putting in a half-acre patch of strawberry was something we should do. It would be easy! Good for the kids to earn money. Keep them busy.
I actually do have fond memories of picking strawberries on the farm. I can remember the field filled with friends and family for about two weeks in June. I know that we would often throw extra-juicy berries at each other and that I had many a berry stain on my clothes and skin. In fact, I recall having red finger for weeks after strawberry season after having picked, washed, hulled, and eaten dozens of quarts (I'm sure!) of delicious strawberries.
ReplyDeleteMom makes the absolute best strawberry shortcake, and I have eaten more than my share of her bisquits covered with her strawberry concoction!
I also remember trying to get into the strawberry patch early in the morning so I would not have to work in the hot afternoon sun. I do not know how often I was able to get out there early after doing chores first, but I can even now feel the coolness of the breezes and the scent the patch.
I also know that I learned much about ecnomics early on by riding in with mom or dad to be left with (usually) Diane to sell quarts of berries at Grandma and Grandpa Sisson's house on Rice Avenue across from the school. We would move one of the grey-painted picnic table benches out to the street side and sell the berries to people who stopped their cars or to neighbors. We kept the money in a cigar box. I learned how to determine the correct amount to charge, how to make change, and how to say thanks!
By and large, my memories are fond.
I think about strawberries. I would put 300 quarts or more in the bed of the old Ford pickup and drive into Millcreek to the Barner fruit stand on 12th Street across from the airport. They usually bought them all. Sometimes we would take them to other stands. I just liked growing strawberries.
ReplyDeleteWe met Vic and Sandy Wheeler when we had "pick your own" strawberries. We had kids from Platea come over to pick for us. All the kids picked.
We put the strawberry field in during the early seventies and had it for quite a while. We had strawberries as a kid on the farm and worked for Meeder's farm hoeing strawberries on Lake Street in Girard, where Pine Tree Drive is now. He had about 15 to 20 acres.
All that experience helped me to convince Nancy that putting in a half-acre patch of strawberry was something we should do. It would be easy! Good for the kids to earn money. Keep them busy.
I like Nancy's strawberry shortcake the most!