Growing up, we had nothing but vegetables. My daddy was a farmer and also worked in Jenke Shipyard when there was work to be had. There was a lot of work to be done on the wooden boats they brought in before World War II. That was the big deal other than planting strawberries and vegetables.
Coming up in the depression days, Daddy always planted everything. He planted greens, okra, and onions. I never bought an onion until I came to New Orleans. My daddy supplied everybody with vegetables. I never will forget working in the garden and watching Aunt Teen’s house across the way. Aunt Teen and her daughter sat on the front porch every evening. In the country, people would take their baths and sit out on the porch.