I love peaches. After they retired, my grandparents traveled in their motor home and picked fruit for extra cash and something to do. When my grandparents came to visit in the fall, they'd bring boxes of peaches and my mother and grandmother would can peaches all day together while my sister and I ran in and out, grabbing peaches. They were juicy and fuzzy, and the whole house smelled like peaches.

Sometimes it was apples and they'd make applesauce, or pears.