In the1950's my family rented a small acreage in the middle of a farm. It was great fun and I learned a lot of wholesome skills; milka goat, gather eggs, pump water from the well, garden and dig potatoes. My dad called them "spuds".

Spud Buckets
Oh my, those were the days and the best fun ever, unless...
it were potato digging time.
My sister, who was the oldest had to be the best at everything.

Daddy would dig the potatoes from the ground and we would race to see who could collect the most spuds in our bucket.

I admit that may not sound like the greatest fun in the world. The real fun was when one of us stuck our hand into a squishy rotten potato and got totally grossed out. The one who had the cleanest fingers had the biggest laughs at the one who smelled like rotten potatoes.

Since my sister had to be the best, I really did not mind when she go the most rotten potatoes. Seemed most fair to me, don't you think?

I am Malika Bourne the No Non-cents Nanna saying, "Make good choices." He-he, rotten potato!

the little red barn image was taken at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in, Colorado Springs, way far away from Iowa. You know , any old port in a storm when you need image, right?

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