Sunday, November 28, 2010
Cherry trees
When I was growing up I made my mother happy when I picked cherries. One of the houses north of us had nine cherry trees in their backyard. No one in the family liked to pick cherries. I did not like to do household chores and so I picked cherries, I picked one bucket full for the lady of the house and one bucket for my mother. My mother canned hers and we had delicious cherry pies all year. I thought I would write about something not Thanksgiving before I started on Christmas.
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