I don't know how long it's been since Del Blanchard started his blueberry farm. I don't know if it was his dream or how just how he got started. The public hadn't been invited to pick until the year that we moved in. Evelyn had made some flyers and posted them around town. Roland saw the one that was hanging at the Pizza Palace - where we had gone to get something to eat. We copied the address and went blueberry picking the next day.
That first year we dealt solely with Evelyn - who teaches school and I believe prefers it over the blueberry farm. Del had been sick off and on and so we had to call first to make sure somebody would be there to let us onto the property as there were several days when Evelyn had to take Del to the doctor.
Summer seemed to get away from us last year. We didn't go as often - probably because we got more pounds from just one bush in 2016 as opposed to an entire row of bushes in 2015 - thus they lasted longer. I finally met Del, but do not recall having seen Evelyn last year.
I had mentioned that Jenna and I had gone last Thursday. We returned with Roland on Saturday and picked over 30 pounds - bringing our grand total of blueberries to just over 46 pounds (still haven't gotten the 50) and Evelyn told us that Del had passed in March.
Her nephew John had come to be with them. His profession is in nursing, but now it appears that he has run on the farm - at least during one season. I am happy that he is there to assist her. I feel honored to know John and Evelyn.