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I was born and raised in San Diego, but I spent most of my summers under 12 in Nashville with my mom, sister and Grandparents. My Mom didn't work while I was in elementary school, so she would fly back east, spending the summer months in Nashville while my Dad worked as a pilot for the US Navy. For me, this was normal, spending time with my cousins playing in the pool and working the garden that my Grandfather (
Popa Charlie) had. Now, this wasn't a huge garden, but to a 6 year old this was a big plot of land suitable of feeding hundreds of people. I remember jumping off the diving board, then running over to the table to chuck green beans into a giant pile that my Grandmother would then can for the winter. After swimming we would venture into the garden looking for tomatoes and watermelon for Popa Charlie. (
He loves to slice them about an inch thick and cover them with salt and pepper before dinner.) I remember walking through the garden and getting the best smells of hay, ripe veggies, vines and pine needles (
from the trees the lined the back of the property.) Popa Charlie needed a tractor to maintain his property, for this he owned a little yellow tractor. I not even sure of the name, make or model, but it was his and us kids loved it as our own.