Aunt Mary's Memoirs: XIV

There was one day every spring when we would all sit in the outer sheds cutting seed potatoes, leaving an "eye" or two in each chunk so it would sprout when planted. These pieces were dropped into holes in the ploughed field. Soon strong green plants grew. Late in the summer or early autumn, as the previous year's supply of this vegetable ran out, Mother would send one of the older boys to dig up a few matured vines and there on the roots were young "spuds." When washed thoroughly, boiled in their skins, and sprinkled with salt, they were the best eating ever.