My husband's family grew table produce on Dixie Highway until my father-in-law dropped dead while bunching leeks out in the field in December, 1970. Clifford "Key" Wilks, who worked on the farm, was with him and what chattering on about something. My father-in-law, said "Shut up, Key, I'm trying to count." Key turned around to tell him something, and my father-in-law was laying face down in the dirt. He was 60 years old. He ran the farm with his brother, who was 15 years older than him. The property extended all the way from Dixie to 7th Street, from where the railroad tracks are, almost all the way down to where 7th and Dixie meet (for those unfamiliar with the area, the railroad tracks, Dixie (aka 18th St.) and 7th St. form a triangle on upper Dixie Highway.) Part of the property was sold off to the distilleries in the 1940's. At one point, in the 1920's to 1950's, they farmed both sides of Dixie, leasing fields. During the depression, Dixie Highway was known as the breadbasket of Louisville, and fed the city. The area was a mixture of truck gardens and dairy farms. My husband's family sold bibb lettuce all the way to Pittsburgh. One of the big farms during WWII was the Hartlage farm on Algonquin Parkway. My mother-in-law told me that they had over 100 Italian prisoners of war working the Hartlage fields during WWII. I often wondered how Italian prisoners of war ended up in Jefferson Co., and what happened to them. Alex Luken