When we weren't calling cucumbers "pickles," we called them "cukes." During the 1940s and 1950s, nearly every farmer in the sand country of central Wisconsin had a pickle patch. For some reason we never called them cuke patches.
These pickle patches ranged from a quarter acre to sometimes as much as two acres, all picked by hand. You could guess the size of a farm family by driving by and checking the size of the pickle patch. The bigger the patch, the more kids in the family.
My upcoming new novel, IN A PICKLE, digs into the pickle business and its many fascinating dimensions.
Words for the day:
My wife says I never listen to her. At least that's what I think she said.
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