My parents grew strawberries as did my grandparents before them. Some of the same migrant workers came for years and years to help with the picking. One of the daughters was about my age but she had not been able to attend as much school. They picked in the south before coming to Missouri in May/June for strawberries. Then they went to Michigan (I think) to pick cherries and to Idaho for potatoes. My parents' last large patch was probably 1953 because it was so hard to get enough workers. The migrant workers found different kinds of work and no longer made the trek. Our berries were taken to Butterfield. Mother said one year one carload was lost and along with that much of our income for that season. I have kept the metal box mother used for the tickets they gave each picker. Tickets were redeemed at the end of the day. In early years many of the migrant workers went to Butterfield for "partying" at night. I seem to recall the five cent quarts also. One thing I remember about picking was you could not snap the berries. They had to have a short stem attached. I think that helped them stay fresh longer but it certainly was harder to do. I put my name and address on one box and received a reply from a lady in South Dakota who had purchased them. As a growers' child, picking strawberries or working in the shed was part of being a family. LoVella Truhitte Moore