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Watauga River strawberries This is a picture of my dad, Auborn Trivette, and me. We were putting strawberries in a crate. I was the oldest of 11 children. We had to work hard to make a little money. First we tried to grow cabbage and tenderette beans to sell—but so was everyone else. Then we decided to try strawberries. All the land we owned was steep, except some bottomland next to the Watauga River, so we planted it in strawberries. We did all the planting, hoeing and weeding by hand. When it was time to pick strawberries, my sisters and I got in a long row and picked all day for two or three weeks, rain or shine. We didn’t have a vehicle, so we hired someone to take us around to the neighbor houses to sell them. The most we ever made was $1 for a gallon. When the berries were ripe, fishermen going up and down the river would stop for a snack in our berry patch. During our harvest we had to eat strawberries for breakfast, dinner and supper. Audrey Trivette Greene
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