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Selling vegetables for bread and cheese
Back in 1934, times were hard for our family of Mom, Dad and five children. We lived on the end of Elizabeth Avenue near a railroad track on an old dairy farm that was about torn down at this time. We had to carry our water from a spring below our house that ran from a spigot all the time. My daddy would take a load of produce in the trunk of his car to peddle out. My brother Ira was two years older, and I was 6. One morning we checked the squash, tomatoes and different things and found some we could pick and filled up his wagon. We took it up on 7th Street and sold it at different houses. We were so happy over the money we made. We went to a Winn Dixie and bought a couple loaves of soft, good, unsliced bread and some cheese. We hurried home and our mom and us children ate to our hearts content. I remember our mom was so proud of us. Marie Walters | Indian Trail |
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