
Ancestry . Barn

Author’s grandfather with Baby (Uncle Bruce) on Silver. Author’s mother standing alongside – circa 1926
According to the Farmer’s Almanac: “The June full Moon got the name “Strawberry Moon” from a number of North American native tribes, since the wild strawberry (Fragaria virginiana) reaches peak ripeness and is ready for harvesting in June. The berry is widespread throughout the lower 48 states, Canada, and Alaska, and is a popular and important spring edible as one of the earliest ripening berries.”
Great Uncle Tony and Uncle Werner at seeding time – a long time ago