This reminds me of when I was a kid growing up in northwest Pennsylvania. Instead of pecans it was a plant we called “ground pine.” We’d walk in the woods and hunt for patches of it growing on the ground among the fallen leaves. We’d fill gunny sacks with the stuff and haul it in to town and sell it to aggregators who worked out of their home garages. The fourth panel looks exactly like my memory of those places.I think we got something like 6 cents a pound for the stuff.
This reminds me of when I was a kid growing up in northwest Pennsylvania. Instead of pecans it was a plant we called “ground pine.” We’d walk in the woods and hunt for patches of it growing on the ground among the fallen leaves. We’d fill gunny sacks with the stuff and haul it in to town and sell it to aggregators who worked out of their home garages. The fourth panel looks exactly like my memory of those places.I think we got something like 6 cents a pound for the stuff.