Fruits that grew in your grandparents or other family relatives yards...that you absolutely loved!!?

Question

For me , it was pomegranites...they grew in the back of my great grandma's back yard...I loved them! Still love them..but, hate those stains! Ya have to wear old shirts..!LOL!
SHe also had persimmons and I think peaches...but, I was NOT too fond of those persimmons...but, now I am getting to like them...and I like to freeze them..and the are yummy as a cold treat!

what about you all? what did you grow up with? Why did you like the things sooo much? what was soo special to you about these fruits( or veggies?)
You may also mention veggies if you would like too!

thank you for sharing!

Answer 1

My grandparents, who live in Tennesse, grow tomatoes. They're the most delicous things I've ever had. If you haven't had a fresh, homegrown tomato, then eating them plain most likely sounds gross to you, but that's what i do.

Answer 2

My dad was an agricultural inventor so we had all sorts of things growing at our place but it was the mangoes that I really loved.

Even better was the mango ice cream my mother would make.

We didn't have air conditioning back then here in Florida on the island we live on--so home made ice cream was a treat in the summer--but mango ice cream was the best!! I still love this fruit and can have it any time I want--and when I do, it brings back memories of who got to sit on top of the churn as our dad would turn the crank--and going to the ice house on the mainland to get the ice to put into the churn--and our mother cutting the mangoes for the cream--the warm fragrant juice dripping into the bowl along with those peach colored slices.

Mom would also cut up tiny pieces and toss them with sugar and lemon, then we would top our ice cream with them--ahhhh, Heaven on a spoon!

Answer 3

My grandmother had moved to the city by the time I came along, so she didn't grow much that was edible, but she loved flowers. There was ALWAYS something unusual growing in her yard that no one else seemed to have. She had Boston ferns that she'd had since my mother was a child - huge things! Her trees were draped in Spanish moss (she lived in Austin, Texas), and there was always some plant or other that a friend had given her "to try" that was coming up in some out-of-the-way corner of the yard. She also had a pomegranate bush, but she grew them mainly because she loved the beautiful red-orange flowers. She also had a small grape arbor, but the blue-jays usually got them before we had a chance :-) I guess some of it must be genetic, because now I am the one in the family that's always growing something unusual; I've started work on my PhD in botany!

Answer 4

I loved the Victoria Plums that grew in my Grandfather's Uncles yard as a kid. And the Blackberries that spilled into my Grandparents allotment (a small plot of rented land for growing food). Both sets of Grandparents and my parents grew tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, runner beans, marrows, courgettes , cabbages, lettuces and peppers - and they taste the best when they are fresh from the yard.


We also grew gooseberries, redcurrants and rhubarb but I never liked them and still don't unless I add a lot of sugar to compensate for the bitterness/sourness.

Answer 5

Aging and illness are a part of life and the sooner kids learn this, the better balanced they will be. Someday their own parents will be elderly and may need their care so they can get a idea of what that actually means. It also accustoms them to being around older people and the problems older people have. Might even force the youngsters to learn how to be tolerant and forgiving. Old age isn't a disease but many young people think of it that way, and they have absolutely no concept of the frailties and reasons elderly people move and do what they do. They never learn compassion and empathy. And they are terrified of becoming old because they have no idea what it actually means.

Answer 6

My summers were spent at my Grandpa's farm. Grandma and i would go in the garden and plant til there was no more room. (we planted every square inch) We planted corn, onions, beets, tomatoes, cabbage, zucchini, and cumbers. When the cumbers were ready for pickin, I would be out there picking with one hand while the other hand had dirt in it with a half eaten cuke. The dirt did not harm me.. but it sure tasted good. It made me feel nice to grow my own veggies. Now this week I took photos in to my Grandma (she is in the hospital) of my beautiful garden. If she did not take the time to show me how to plant and take care of my garden, I don't think i would have one. So THANK YOU GRANDMA. you have showed me so much. Your love for gardening has been passed on.

Answer 7

Mine isn't a fruit, but two flowers that will be indefinitely tied to my memories of my grandmothers. My maternal grandmother had a wet, shady backyard full of mossy stones, and a terraced garden dripping with fuschias. All different kinds, all different colors. As kids we used to run to "pop" the unopened flower buds as soon as we got to her house. The other is vinca, which grew wild over the hillsides surrounding my paternal grandmother's house. My cousins and I would spend hours outside playing, picking the flowers and sucking at the stem end to extract the sweet drop of ambrosia nectar inside. It still have a habit of sucking on vinca when I see it!

Thanks for asking such a great question!

Answer 8

Sweet gum tree rosin. No it is not a fruit but it was such a tasty snack for me as a kid. It was kinda like gummy bears are now, but not as sweet. Also walnuts, pecans, blackberries, honeysuckle, peaches, persimons, and watermellons. We ran the woods finding all kinds of wild edibles. Many of those "wild" edibles are sold for a small fortune at health food stores. Strange to me because we never paid a dime. And still don't ;)

Answer 9

Wow!...Before I read the rest of your question, I immediately thought "pomegranites" and immediately needed to know how to spell it...

(We would risk getting bonked on the head by an old curmudgeon neighbor with a rake when we'd climb his fence to get to the pomegranites growing luciously in his tree...well worth the risk...but he came close a few times to "raking" us out of the tree...)

Answer 10

Blueberries

Answer 11

Peaches! When the peaches started getting ripe that meant that my birthday was getting close, my grandpa from Arkansas would be coming for a visit and it was also time for the State Fair.

Thanks for letting me read your stories! They made me smile today!