My Aunt Millie lived in Berlin, NH. She had a plot that was about 10x10 that had cultivated raspberry bushes. The raspberries were huge and I loved nothing more than picking them and putting them on my cereal. We started visiting there from Philadelphia when I was around 5 years old.
Right down the street from my childhood home in Hampton the people at one point had planted raspberry bushes. They grew wild over time and extended over the Dirt Road that ran behind the houses. We considered anything past their stone wall public domain.
I used to wake up and the first thing I did was walk down the road and pick a big bowl of raspberries. Once I got home I would put a layer of raspberries in a bowl, a big layer of Cheerios, and then another layer of raspberries. My goal was to have at least one berry with every bite.
I would do this with blackberries, blueberries, and strawberries. The only fruit that didn't grow "wild" in large quantities in our immediate area was the strawberries.
Posted by bbarton at May 18, 2004 11:25 AM