Musical Blackberries by Mildred Grant

“Mom, should I answer this phone?” Eleanor called.

“You might as well, because I can’t. I’m just putting the strawberry jam in the jars. Tell whoever it is I’ll call them back in about 10 minutes.”

Eleanor picked up the receiver to hear Aunt Mina’s voice saying, “Blackberries are ripe at Grandpa’s place. Harry and I are going up tomorrow and we wondered if you and Furb wanted to come along. Oh, it’s Eleanor.” Continue reading