"Don't Pick Those Blackberries!"
© Victor Sullivan 4 May, 2010
The long Summer holidays were drawing to a close. In a few
days I would be leaving my Grandmother's farm near Castletown Bere in West Cork, to return to school. It must have been 1946 or 1947— which ever was the great year for blackberries.
Blackberries were rampant on every wall, fence and hedge, great big, juicy, fat ones and my face was permanently purple from ear to ear from eating them.
"Here boy!" called my Grandmother from the kitchen door.
"How about filling this with blackberries instead of yourself? That way we'll all have another blackberry and apple pie on the table."
"Yes Granny!" (My Granny's blackberry and apple pie was an experience not to be missed, even if we had only just finished the previous one).