We grew corn, tomatoes, carrots, radishes, honey dew melons, and peas--maybe some other things.
We also had chickens, but no one--even my father--wouldn't eat them because they became pets. We had raised them from chicks. One was named Mary though I could never tell them apart.
My father accidentally killed one; so he cooked it, but everyone sat around the table unable to touch it as though it were the family dog. I thought it might be Mary.
My parents also planted flowers, though they always had.
My neighbor 3 doors down, lives on a corner, turned her whole front yard and side yard into a community garden. Quite a few of the neighbors with kids participate. She also has a book trade out thing, and a giving bench for canned foods etc. There are always cars parked around her house and people in their yard. She did it all because of COVID. To show she cares.
Personally, I don’t want random people stopping at my house and roaming around my yard. lol
I was born and raised in Milwaukee, but my Mom and all the other Aunties would farm us kids out to Aunt Alice’s farm for the summer school break.
It really was an awesome childhood to have the best of both worlds. Milwaukee used to be a safe, awesome city to raise your family. My Uncles were all Cops or Firefighters or worked for Miller Brewing.
Some of my City Cousins didn’t take to Farm Life as readily as others. We had the same situation when we had Veal for dinner one night and my Mean Country Boy Cousins told little Georgie that he was eating the veal calf he’d been tending all these weeks. It was pretty traumatic for him.
Georgie got his revenge, though. One of the mean boys was ‘accidentally’ pushed and fell through the trap door in the floor of the barn - right into the manure pit. ;)