tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739127229415050778.post1612806647166095848..comments2023-10-11T05:14:18.430-07:00Comments on Grandma's place: Spud-picking weatherSharon Haddockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280444790729597202noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-739127229415050778.post-51064050290033689472011-10-18T08:48:48.258-07:002011-10-18T08:48:48.258-07:00I only picked potatoes once. All the other years I...I only picked potatoes once. All the other years I worked on a spud combine -- picking off clods and rocks. As the time wore on and it was more critical to get the spuds in, we would work until midnight or 1 a.m. Of course, everyone got crazy after about 10 p.m. Usually we ended up stopping for the night because a clod fight was keeping the tractor driver from paying attention to the row he was digging and the rest of us were laughing and giggling so much we were sending more rocks into the truck than spuds! City councilmen get like that after 10 p.m. as well, you know.Kaylenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15482504300444632183noreply@blogger.com