Hi William, I enjoyed your treatise on Georgia Peaches. The reason they are so sweet this year is because of the draught. The more it rains the more watery and less sweet are the peaches - so the lack of rain has been good for one thing at least. I was born and raised on a Houston County peach farm owned by my grandfather Frank Rape. I can remember riding the wagon through the orchards as the "hands" picked peaches and dumped them from buckets into boxes and then loaded the boxes on the wagon. Several of the hands would save the biggest, tree-ripened peaches for me. I could peel them with my fingers and I'd be too full to eat dinner when I got back to the house and too sticky to be allowed in before washing off. But, they were so good. We raised Elbertas, Georgia Belles and Hiley Belles and Golden Jubilees. The Hiley Belles were a white-meat peach and they were delicious. It was one of my favorite times of the year because I wasn't in school and I got to go with my grandfather to the packing shed at Elberta where the peaches were packed in baskets and put on the freight train to be shipped to Florida. There was a special bonus in shipping our peaches to Florida - every Christmas we received a basket of mixed citrus fruit from Mr. Gentilly who bought my grandfather's peaches every year. If "Daddy" Frank and I happened to be at the packing shed at lunch time, we would walk across the road to the little country store and buy lunch - a couple of penny wheels, a hunk of cheese and a NuGrape. Yummmm! The store building is still there and it brings back sweet memories everytime I pass by. Thank you for the memories. Joyce Rape Harrison