In article >,
"gloria.p" > wrote:

> >
> > Picked a pickup truck load of wild grapes at our deer lease back in the
> > sixties. Just backed the truck up under one of the Bois d'Arc trees the
> > vines were growing on and Dad and I put plastic in the truck bed and
> > then pulled grape clusters until our hands hurt. Drove the 150 miles
> > home and then unloaded them.
>
>
> I don't think I've told my wild grapes misadventure here.
>
> I had picked them in the wooded areas of North Stonington, CT with a
> friend for a few years (She was a championship gleaner for anything free.)
>
> One day after the school bus had left I hopped in my two week old (new)
> car and drove through the woods, only to see all the vines where we had
> picked COVERED with thick layers of poison ivy vines and leaves.
>
> I kept driving and turned down a road where I'd never been before.
>
> The road passed a beautiful dairy farm and just beyond I saw what looked
> like freshly turned rich, black earth with thick, luxurious grape vines
> full of fruit at the far end of the field.
>
> I parked, picked up my basket, and headed across the field. Two steps
> in, I sank up to my knees in what was almost-liquid cow manure. I can
> still vividly remember the sensation and the odor. I headed back to the
> car where I had no stock of towels, paper towels, or even more than a
> couple of sheets of Kleenex (it was a new car and we hadn't begun to
> fill it with "emergency supplies" yet. I drove home with the one sheet
> of newspaper I did find under my feet and the windows wide open. It
> took me the rest of the day to clean myself and the car.
>
> I've never picked wild fruit since.
>
> gloria p

ROTFL!!

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Barb, Mother Superior, HOSSSPoJ
On June 25, celebrating 65 years of joy and wonder. I got the joy
while everyone else wondered.