The house where I grew up belonged to my grandparents. They planted a variety of fruit trees in the late 30s-40s and by the time we kids came along, they trees were producing. Not very well, but we'd pick what we could reach and I remember Gram and her sisters baking pies. My grandfather passed away before I was born, and my Dad wanted to stay with Gram to be helpful. I bet she didn't expect to have 5 grandkids. Thank goodness the house was big enough! My great aunt, Gram's older sister, came to live with us, so there were 4 adults, 5 kids. Still a lot of people 
My husband's grandparents lived close to a railroad. My husband said when they visited, the kids (brothers and boy cousins) would sneak out and put rolls of caps, or pennies on the rails. When the train hit the roll of caps, they'd explode. He said the engineers hated that. The pennies would get flattened, and the kids would try to find them after the train passed. If they got caught, they got in trouble, but they usually didn't get caught. There were enough cousins to pass the blame around. lol
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