I lived on the farm in eastern Arkansas, and when school was out for the summer, I didn't vacation but was kept plenty busy on the farm. In those days (late 1940's - early 1950's) we raised cotton , corn, and a few soybeans. This was the era before chemicals were used to keep vegetation down, so the hoe was mainly what fitted my hand. We usually had the crops under controlled by mid July, and when our parents said everything looked good, all the family and our close relatives went to the lake and camped out a couple of days. We caught crappie, bream and bass that I believe was the best I ever ate. This was in the day when the lake water was so clear that they made coffee from lake water. Watermellon, canalope and corn on the cob, and lots of laughter and family love. I still remember the hard work of farm life, and I'll always cherrish those times when all of our families enjoyed the pleasures that seem trivial to so many today