Fiction Book Reviews

A Mess of Beans


I grew up in a really small community in Virginia called Lambsburg. It’s changed a lot since my  great grandmother and great great grandmother (etc) lived there, but there are many things still the same. For instance, green beans. 🙂

The Appalachian mountains can be finicky about what sorts of vegetables one can grow, but green beans are usually a staple. Along with taters.

One of my childhood memories is helping Mama or Granny pick a mess of beans, bring them in the house, and commence to breakin’ and stringin’ them.

What about you? Did you help with the beans? Taters? What did you call a ‘mess of beans’? Something different?

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