Connor and Rowan Tell Their Stories Tales of growing up in Sitka, Alaska

July 16, 2007

Berry picking

Filed under: Playing — Rowan @ 11:44 pm

We picked berries when mom was starting to leaving. We she leaved, we picked some more berries. My dad ate the berries. The nwe picked some more berries that we still can eat, because it tastes still good for us. Then we started back home, because Connor said, “We need to get out of here,” that’s what he said. Then I started to pick more berries, then I went home because Connor said, “We need to get out of here before we get runned over by a car.” We were picking berries across from the house past Darwin’s house, by Bob’s house. We started on our way home because we wanted to, so we did.

And so, we cleaned up our room because dad said so. Then we started on the slide on my bed with my sheet who makes a slide because it’s kind of fun. So, and then, we cleaned up our room, because dad said so, and then we did. So I still have my butterfly because it was out in the living room because I still had it, and that’s all.


  1. What kind of berries did you pick and eat? Thank you for telling about your day.

    Comment by Grams — July 16, 2007 @ 11:53 pm

  2. What kind of berries were you picking?

    Comment by Uncle Jonathan — July 17, 2007 @ 7:18 am

  3. Salmonberries and blueberries and huckleberries.

    Comment by Rowan — July 17, 2007 @ 8:15 am

  4. Which is your favorite berry to eat? I hope you can bring some huckleberries down when you come – then maybe we can make a pie.

    Comment by Grams — July 17, 2007 @ 10:07 pm

  5. Huckleberries, Blueberries, and Salmonberries are my favorite. And my favorite is strawberries too.

    Comment by Rowan — July 18, 2007 @ 8:18 pm

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