Picking Blueberries on Hubbard Hill in the mid seventies...
From Mary Ann: The memory of that day is priceless; but not as priceless as the memory of the blueberry pie and muffins Mom fixed for us that weekend. That wonderful lady could sure bake a pie!
From Mary Ann: The memory of that day is priceless; but not as priceless as the memory of the blueberry pie and muffins Mom fixed for us that weekend. That wonderful lady could sure bake a pie!
For those of you who were not there, we went up with little tins for gathering and the kids were putting blue berries in their shirts. So after working for about a half hour and with us all eating as many as we picked, there really weren't too many berries.
Then someone (can't remember, who) came upon a large pan of blue berries that someone had picked and left behind. Boy, were we proud of the great job we did when we got back to the house! Comment by Mary Ann Hubbard
From LaVerne: I think Carol or Sue found the pan of blue berries
A few days later Claude VanWie stopped by the farm house asking if someone had found the pan of blueberries, his dad Leslie had put it down and could not find it. Why I was there I don't remember. we told him we had found the pan but had used the berries. OK he said, I just want the pan back.
Great job Gerry. LaVerne
A few days later Claude VanWie stopped by the farm house asking if someone had found the pan of blueberries, his dad Leslie had put it down and could not find it. Why I was there I don't remember. we told him we had found the pan but had used the berries. OK he said, I just want the pan back.
Great job Gerry. LaVerne
