“YOU let this one get too big” In August 7, 1977, my family and I took a three-week trip to California. That meant we had to have somebody to look after our garden. My neighbor is a city slicker and knows little about farming. I told him to keep everything he picked and not let anything get too big. On the way home, we picked up a 110-pound watermelon. I snuck it into my garden that night. The next morning, I pushed my wheelbarrow to the garden and loaded it on. Then I called my neighbor to my garden and said, “You let this one get too big.” He believed me. The next three days he brought people over to see it. The one in the picture I did raise a few years later and it weighed 141 pounds, my record. Talmadge Meads, Elizabeth City, Albemarle |
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