been helping the church out lately. (i grew up in this one) they can beans, make peanut butter and chocolate eggs for Easter, make applebutter, etc, trying to make ends meet. it's a small, old, slowly dying church, where my mom played the organ while all of us kids created havoc, crawling around under the pews. (last minister was no help, "retired" NYC cop) these little old ladies refuse to quit. i spent all morning pulling up bean vines to pick from in the shade. tomorrow, i'll be breaking and stringing those same beans, then helping can them for sale. "little ol' lady" (should be a brand) canned green beans sell well here, lol. both sets of grandparents had HUGE gardens, my parents had a big one, now...i'm getting the urge to buy a rototiller & join the parade stretching backwards into the past. i already grow tomatoes each year, when my groundhogs will let me. but i want green beans, enough corn to fill my freezer, and a truckload of taters...