I remember when it was daylight at 5am! I don't like daylight savings time. I remember my Dad buying 3 BUSHELS of dead ripe peaches and having a marathon canning/jamming session. Mom picked out the good unbruised peaches and canned them and I got stuck with the bruised overripe ones to make jam. Batch after batch. We put our jam in quart jars. Does that tell you how fast we went through jam? I remember playing Tarzan in the hayloft, swinging from one side of the barn to the other, kicking off each side to keep up the momentum. Ah, yes, Grandma's blackberry and raspberry patches. There were times she didn't get very many to preserve. I also remember when Dad planted over 3 acres of sweet corn. Of course that was the year when the weather cooperated and had a bumper crop. After canning, freezing, eating fresh and giving it away, we ended up feeding a lot to the cows.