They had a large garden over there. They raised everything. I guess it was just something for them to do. A lot of times, they would slip under the fence, down the irrigation ditch and come across to my folks home. They would bring them big sacks of vegetables and garden goods over there. They would shoot the breeze with my dad, a lot. In fact, they would stay even until the evening hours. Then they would hurry and run across the street, into the ditch, under the fence and back they’d go.

- Gary Larsson