Don: Another thing, my Granddad had a stroke when he was in his sixties, and he was paralyzed in one side. His other side was still strong, and he could handle a hoe with one side, you know.

Ted: This was Grandfather Hind?

Don: Granddad Hind. And so he'd go out and weed the garden, and I'd crawl along and pull the weeds out that he couldn't get with the hoe. I remember pulling—I might have to pull weeds and work with him for maybe an hour, and then we'd go beside the old granary and mash earbugs—treebugs with the shingles.

He had, their lots then was 2 1/2 acres, but I think his was about five acres. He had part of it in orchard and the other part in garden. They would raise garden to sell it on the market. Of course, there wasn't produce trucked into the country then; they didn't have any way to get it in from the country. Of course, we was in the country, but most of the produce later on was raised over in Brigham, where it was a little hotter.

But we'd spend all summer weeding that garden. We'd weed a few rows, then we'd go sit down and kill earwigs—earbugs—and suck a peppermint or a horehound.