A Mom story on Mother's day:
At one time West Covina used to be farm land (mostly orange groves) and when I grew up there were still a few little hold-out farm houses around town. Down the street from us was one of those farms - it was a small strawberry farm, on probably about 2 or 3 acres or so. During the summertime, kids would jump the fence with buckets and go picking strawberries at night. We kids felt like it was a major covert enterprise and also extremely dangerous since not only it was trespassing on private property, there were 'rumors' of kids being caught picking by the farmers and shot at with salt-pellet guns (although I never actually believed that, it led to the intrigue of the whole thing). Anyhow, one summer night a couple daring boys volunteered to go behind enemy lines and grab some strawberries - we'd wait anxiously as they returned with buckets full. Then we'd rinse them with the hose and savored every bite. I guess we were giggling pretty loudly and my mom called me to the front door. I was nervous because I thought for sure we were all gonna be busted. The other kids looked on nervously as I walked up the driveway...
MOM: Why are you kids so loud out there, what's going on?
ME: Johnny and Chris are going on missions to get strawberries from the strawberry farm. They've gone up and back three times and haven't been caught yet.
MOM: They're climbing the fence into the strawberry field? That's terrible!
ME:.....
MOM: Next time they go, ask them if they'll get me some.
Happy Mother's Day!
2 comments:
Always good when Mom advocates theft, well done. My hometown didn't have a strawberry farm but if we did my mom would have sent us over the fence.
:)My Mom was down with what's what.
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