A Bit of Nostalgia as Blackberry Season and Summer Wane
Each year when I start picking blackberries I think of my maternal grandmother, Flora E. Patch. When I knew her she was a farm wife. She and my grandfather had a dairy farm in Vermont. She grew up in a farm family and as a young single woman she taught school. My grandfather was the older brother of one of her students. After they married they lived in a small town and had a coal …
