BLACKBERRIES

 
When a child I spent many hours perusing the wild blackberries, I like doing this because it gave me time away from the house and the baby tending chores that fell my way.
Mother always seemed to have a baby and she gave me the chore of carrying for them, they were always spoilt and demanding and I enjoyed getting away from their crying for a few hours.
I would roam over the hills and hollows picking the lush fruit from the vine and living my imagery stories.
I always had a secrect life in my head, dreaming of riches and power far from my Ozark mountain home.
I would be the heroine of some story constructed in my mind. I don't know if other children did this but I did a great deal of day dreaming when I was a child.
After sever hours I would return and have 2 milk pails running over with Blackberries.
Mother would make us cobblers, which is a deep dish pie with layers of crust thro out the pie to soak up the juice of the fruit. We would pour good rich cream on the pie and eat until we nearly burst.
Mother always said that I was the best blackberry picker she ever saw, little did she know that this was my price of admission into my secret life of fame and glory.
Some of my blackberries went into quart jars to be used on cold winter days.
mother didn't do much canning but she usually had a few jars of the summer fruit on her shelves, little did she know that those jars contained my day dreams as well as blackberries.