Grew up in the foothills of the Adirondacks. Could catch walleyes and throw them in the front yard. Walk out the back door and start hunting. It was rural, dirt poor living but great. We planted about 3 acres of garden every year. 5 kids. No freezer or any of that. My mom canned everythinng imaginable. Our basement was a dirt basement built around 1900 where we stored lots of potatoes. We raised our own chickens(50 a year)for eggs and we canned them when they were older. We canned all our venison. Partridge, rabbits and all that were eaten the day they were killed. Fish were eaten the day caught. We raised a couple hogs for food. We picked everything wild like blue berries, black berries and wild grapes for jams and jellies. Our chores every Saturday were hoe and weed the gardens and then you could go fishing or whatever. In the fall we hunted. I started hunting alone at age 8. We trapped in the spring for muskrats and mink for gun, ammo money and things like a bicycle. Worked on a neighborhood farm every summer.