Some mornings in the summer, I'd wake up to a rhythmic metal on metal squeaking sound. That meant my mother was putting Sevin dust on the beans and tomatoes, which also meant she had picked everything ready to pick. I'd look out the window and there'd be bushels of green beans - white half runner variety - placed under our big willow tree. Many times we'd spend the day stringing and breaking. Mom would start canning as soon as we'd broken enough for a batch in the canner. I think it held 12 jars. Sometimes we'd borrow a canner from relatives up the street and around the corner and she could double up. Often she'd still be canning when us kids would go to bed.
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