Kenneth Woodward

Uncle Ken lived on his "Blueberry Farm" with his wife Helen in Dresden, Maine.  I remember working their during summers. He taught me how to drive his Farmall tractor and I was able to use his mower to keep the fields nice. Boy was that a treat.  The hard part was I had to clear all of the string from the fields first.  That is how they make the lanes for the blueberry rakers.

It was a good time in my life.  Just driving the tractor I thought I should be paying him, instead of him paying me.  I always took home berries and my Grandmother, Elsie, (Ken's sister) would make pies for me.  Always the sweetest part of a long hot work day with a BIG glass of milk and a slice of blueberry pie, berries picked just hours before.

Maine, the way Life should be!