memory 11- 10/28/09

Our family lived on a "farm" in San Louis Obispo, California. And on that farm we owned a fig tree, e i e i o -just kidding- but we really did have a fig tree, and an orchard, and cattle, and horses. The figs were one of my favorite fruits that we grew but every week Uncle Ernie would come out, pick a tomato, pour salt and pepper on it which he carried in his pocket all the time, eat it like an apple, and then proceed to pick almost all of the fruit we had to sell at the farmers market. One day, Bud and I decided that he was not going to take the figs that we loved so much and sell them, so we had to get to them first. Being four and five respectively, we really did not think out our plan to well, but we thought it sounded brilliant. The morning that Uncle Ernie was coming over to pick the fruit, Bud and I got up, ran to the tree, climbed up, and proceeded to eat every single fig on the tree- just so Uncle Ernie couldn't take them. Why we didn't just pick them and hide them, I have no idea. We thought we were so cool that we out smarted our Grandpa's brother. It was not until later that day that we received our punishment. We got so sick we couldn't play for an entire day. Needless to say, we never tried to stop Uncle Ernie again.