My husband had a much different upbringing than I did. He spent at least five years on a farm in Sabin, North Dakato and this was the booty from the family garden. I guess they knew what they were doing based on the number of squash from this years' harvest. It's a pretty safe bet my mother-in-law canned a good portion of what they harvested and traded the rest for the things they needed from their neighbors. In the background on the left of the frame is the house my father-on-law was building; on the right of the frame is the outhouse.