I almost forgot. So bears were the discussion. A little up the road and across the street from the farm is a swamp. And in that swamp grow wild blueberries. As a child these were the only blueberries I was aware of and they made really good pie. This is where my grandma picked them.
So the story goes she went to the swamp to pick berries. Then all of a sudden she comes home and gets a gun. She got scared out of the swamp by a bear. But golly gee she was not done picking berries so she was going back to scare the bear out of there. The thing about my grandma is she was a little woman. And yet she had no fear.
Since there were people left to tell the story, I think she probably did not go back to the swamp to confront the bear.
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