Blackberry Pie

One day Dad loaded us in the car and said we are going to go blackberry picking. We rode offshore to an abandoned railroad track bed and overpass just west of Court House. There was loads of ripe blackberries and blueberries all free for the taking. We had a good time filling our pots with berries and eating as many as we could.

When we got home, Mother made two large pies in her baking pans and they were really good. I still have never tasted a berry pie as good as the ones Mother used to make. Somehow you could taste both the blackberries and blueberries that she mixed in the pies.