My blueberry picking story is a bit different. When my parents moved out to Long Island, New York from the Bronx in 1952, we moved to West Babylon just off of Route 109. It was just beginning to build up but still was quite rural. The town had planted blueberry bushes all along Rte 109. My Mom who just died last year...almost 92...would take me and my younger brother to pick the blueberries! We would then have them on our cereal and we attempted to make a pie....as I reminisce, I am laughing because my mother never lived down our first, second, and third attempt to make a blueberry pie!! She may have been Italian but she was not born with the cooking gene!!! Every time we tried the sugar always separated and fell to the bottom of the pie...and became 3/4 of an inch of blueberry flavored hard sugar candy....which we fought over. The pie looked horrible but at that time we were just grateful for free blueberries!!! Monica

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