We lived next door to my grandparents, who had a farm. Both my parents worked. I can still hear my grandmother coming through the house saying “Are you kids still asleep!? I have already picked two bushels of beans that need to be stringed and broken so I can can them.” So I already knew what I’d be doing that day. At least it was better than corn—she’d pick a mountain of corn that had to be shucked and silked. Gosh, I miss those days.