What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Watermelon Crawl

Sunday we went for a big old country ride. We drove about 100 miles in one gigantic circle. We made two stops - one in a very small town at a very small Wal-Mart to use their very small bathroom and one "screech on the brakes we have to stop for this" stop. I spotted this sign by the road. WATERMELONS. We hadn't bought a watermelon yet this year because they are small, expensive and never look very ripe anyway. So, I figured if we were going to buy a fresh watermelon, this would be the place to get it.

A small roadside self-serve watermelon stand. Freshly picked watermelons were scattered on the ground. Each one with a price written in Magic Marker on it's back. There were big ones and smaller ones. Red meat and yellow meat. Long melons and round melons. We looked at them all until we found the perfect one. See it? That one right over there.
This one!

Wait! We need to pay for it!Just drop your money in the box and you have paid for your watermelon.
Easy peasy.
The Bean put the watermelon in the car and we were on our way. Another Sunday in the country complete.
*The watermelon was fantastic!


  1. Hey Shara When I was a little girl, a big deal was to go for a family Sunday drive...thanks for the rekindled memory! Doncha just love those honor system stands? We have an elderly man in town that sells his Ruby Red grapefruit on a picnic bench by the driveway and a can for the coin. Mom used to buy home made bread from a woman in Mass. with a small table, an umbrella to shade the bread & an old shoe box for the money...you could even open it if you needed to make change. Another forgotten memory! Thanks, Lady. You've started my Friday morning off very nicely! *elaine*

  2. Those were the only kind of 'markets' that I knew while growing up out in the country!! The place I get sweet corn from on my way home from work is the same way 8-)! Good Luck saling today!


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