The DP's stories are in the works, as planned for January. Just haven't had as much time to spend as hoped. I do try to make some progress even if I only have an hour.
Dad's taped stories are typed, but I'm making the edits he gave me the last time he was here, as well as looking for the missed "s" or "ed" or "is" where it should be "it" that spell catcher just doesn't notice.
This is my not always so helpful assistant.
I hope he won't mind me sharing this story from the 1920s-1930s: "We always had a garden out in the backyard. The only thing that would grow in in that dumb garden was GREEN BEANS. We had to spade it, plant them, weed them, water them, pick them and snap them. Mother was never happy until she had 200 quarts of them canned and down in the fruit cellar. Then we would eat green beans all winter long. I have violently disliked green beans ever since!" Although, later we learn he continued to eat them until the last child (my husband) moved out.
So, helping the garden grow a variety of vegetables is a good idea.
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