It was always a treat when our family drove to South Bend, Ind., to visit Grandpa and Grandma Cline. We three kids were delighted. We got to see our grandparents, and we had the run of the property, which included a gigantic garden.
Fruiting mulberry trees soon taught us to be cautious about where we stepped. We learned to treat the large rhubarb leaves on the back side of the barn with respect. But perhaps one of our greatest joys was the chore Grandpa assigned to us. He paid us a nickel for every potato
