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<blockquote data-quote="hearts and roses" data-source="post: 77487" data-attributes="member: 2211"><p>Family Trradition or True confession? LOL.</p><p></p><p>When we were kids my mother would load me and my sisters into her Chevy Nova and drive us all the way out to the east end of LI. It was late summer, early fall...okay? Picture it, a car full of women riding along the country farm roads. It would inevitably be late afternoon, almost just before the sun went down. </p><p></p><p>Mom would jump out of the car, open her trunk and then we would get out and skim the potato fields for the potatos that were 'missed' by the farmer. Yes, she said, "he doesn't need those - he leaves them there for us"!! We'd go home with a trunkful of potatos - bonified good hard potatos. We'd keep some in the cellar for the winter, but mom would sometimes set us up at the end of the driveway to sell some on Saturdays. </p><p></p><p>Bwaaahaaaahaaaa....oh the horrors of my childhood! My one sister is still in therapy over this, can you beleive it?? I'm thinking it will make a great story to tell my grandkids one day when they complain about doing yard work with their parents. Haha.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hearts and roses, post: 77487, member: 2211"] Family Trradition or True confession? LOL. When we were kids my mother would load me and my sisters into her Chevy Nova and drive us all the way out to the east end of LI. It was late summer, early fall...okay? Picture it, a car full of women riding along the country farm roads. It would inevitably be late afternoon, almost just before the sun went down. Mom would jump out of the car, open her trunk and then we would get out and skim the potato fields for the potatos that were 'missed' by the farmer. Yes, she said, "he doesn't need those - he leaves them there for us"!! We'd go home with a trunkful of potatos - bonified good hard potatos. We'd keep some in the cellar for the winter, but mom would sometimes set us up at the end of the driveway to sell some on Saturdays. Bwaaahaaaahaaaa....oh the horrors of my childhood! My one sister is still in therapy over this, can you beleive it?? I'm thinking it will make a great story to tell my grandkids one day when they complain about doing yard work with their parents. Haha. [/QUOTE]
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