I grew up on a farm. We had blueberry bushes and rasberry bushes - they were already growing there when we moved there. In the summer time we would go out to the bushes and go underneath the netting (cheesecloth type stuff to protect the bushes from birds) and pick the blueberries and put them in pancakes or just eat them. One of my favorite memories is of all the canned fruit that we had. There were pear trees that had tons of pears all over them and my parents didn't know what to do with them so they cooked them and put them in jars. We are talking mid 1970's and I'm not sure how "cool" it was but that's what all our teachers got as presents for the holidays. Those gold lidded clear glass jars with bows on them. Red bows. There were not as many berry bushes. Just enough for us. 7 of us. One bathroom - a SMALL one. So my father built an outhouse. WIth a blue toilet seat that they had traveled all over the USA with. They were in the NAvy until they bought the farm and he said that you always needed a toilet seat. To this day they still have the same kithen table they got early in their marriage. And he FOUND it in the trash and then refinished it. They have been married for 47 years. I was married for 2 years. We had a band together, recorded a CD and his name is tattoed on his arm. MY WHOLE NAME. We got married after 6 weeks and I can tell you I was honestly shocked at how painful it really was. But in all honesty I can play music now and I love writing songs. Ditties is probably more like it but the honest part was that something good came of it. Ugh - I went from pleasant blueberry memories to a nightmare. I had always DREAMED of being in a band so there you go - I was. Now I am sober and I have started a blog which I also have always wanted to do. Hmmm - I'm really enjoying this blogging. Talk to you soon boon.