I was taught to string beans at a very early age. My Nana (great grandmother) or Meme (grandmother) would run just down the end of our road to Reynolds and get white half runners, greasy beans, or whatever looked good. They came home in a large brown bag and 4 generations of women took their share. Papaw would help too if he wasn’t baking/cooking. The strings went back in the bag and the beans in a colander to be washed. These memories are so vivid it’s like I’m there every time I string a bean. Nana has been gone since I was 22. I have my meme though and I treasure her with all my heart. I pray you ALL know a love akin to what I felt in that little yellow kitchen. #stringingbeans #stringbeans