I was walking along Symmes Creek road beside one of the fields on the
Gallia County Farm. To my right I noticed some people along the side of the road picking blackberries. I ventured closer to them and thought I would like to pick some blackberries myself. But I realized that now I probably wouldn't have the chance because these people would pick them all before I could get to them.Probably 15 men and women were busily stuffing their pails full of blackberries. I could tell them to leave if I wanted to, since they were on the property of my step-grandfather Clarence and
my grandmother Mabel. But I didn't want to do that. I looked at their buckets and saw that they were gorged with very large blackberries.I walked over to a blackberry bush and saw the large blackberries hanging above my head. I picked several so I could eat them right here. They were gigantic, almost half as big as my hand.
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