This chair, like many other corn bushels on our family farm in Freehold, New Jersey held many of natures treats including the sweetest corn I've ever tasted picked by my dad and packed by me or one of my sisters. Many long, hot summer days were filled sitting on large and small baskets under the large sycamore tree for shade and an occasional breeze, while we packed up our day's labor for the farmers market that night. Well, the farm in New Jersey is gone, but some of its relics still can be found on Rosie's Organic Farm in southwest Gainesville. Some of the old equipment and hand implements are used frequently, though others such as this bushel basket just hang around to remind me of early years when I learned, worked and sat. Today, my daughter and I sit on the next generation of baskets (now they're green and made of plastic) which are not as stylish as my chair in the picture, but they represent our new millennium of farming with their greater strength and economy. As I watched my children learn, work and occasionally inch their way up to sit, I recognize that this chair symbolizes four generations of family farmers.