I remember very little of my childhood, but I do remember freezing strawberries and making jams with my mother and preserving all kinds of food with my Aunt Jane. Both are gone now and I am so glad I have these happy memories of them. Food! There is some magic in growing and preparing food that fortifies the soul. Very nice post.
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Strawberries are a big one for me, too. My grandfather passed when I was only 7, but one of the few memories I have of him is going strawberry picking. He would stay out there long enough to fill the entire trunk with berries! I always think of him when I'm in a strawberry field now. Definitely a sweet memory. Glad you have some of the same!
I HATED picking strawberries. Fortunately, I developed an allergy to something in the strawberry patch and was forevermore spared picking strawberries. But I love them, and I still buy two flats at the farmer's market every spring to freeze and eat the whole year long, just as my mother showed me how to do it.
Haha, they are definitely the most back-breaking of berries to pick in my opinion. We definitely didn't have much patience for it as kids. They are so delicious, though, so as an adult I can put aside the discomfort knowing I'll reap the rewards of that burst of flavor in each bite! :)