We lived in a single constructed house in Lee County, Va. It had one of the high porches with the lattice work around the ground level. A section could be taken loose and our tater hole was under the porch. My dad dug it down in the dirt, lined it with straw and then old newspapers (Knoxville News Sentinel). The potatoes were then put in and then the process was reversed with the newspaper and straw and then tar paper was put over the top of the hole. They lasted all winter this way. Then we had a fruit cellar under the garage. My mother canned hundreds of cans of vegs. and fruit. We always managed to run out before the garden came on the next summer. With six kids to feed it was no wonder. I was a post-depression baby so I guess I qualify for some of these "olden days stories". These were strong people! BevK.