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I Miss Strawberries

I miss strawberries. Despite the fact that my acquaintance with them began quite by accident, I still miss them. It all started when, as a child, I was foraging in the woods behind my house and stumbled onto a patch of wild strawberries. I had already gobbled down berries of all sorts that morning and figured that the insignificant sampling of fragaria vesca wouldn’t amount to much. I was wrong. The berries were delicious beyond description. As I feasted on the wild wonder, all other berries hung their heads in shame.

And now for a change in direction, but not topic. Last night I mistakenly tuned into a TV “makeover” program. Not one where they transform a clap-trap shamble of a house into a modern wonder, but one where they make over an actual human being—a woman to be more precise. I had tuned into the part of the program where a plastic surgeon was holding up “before” pictures of a normal-looking woman. He chided her for once having looked so plain. Then he bragged about the miraculous transformation he and a team of surgeons, silicone experts, and cosmetologists had performed. Although no one said the words, it was clear the transformation team believed that looking like a runway model should be the goal of all caring people.

“Just look at her!” the plastic surgeon exclaimed as the woman finally walked on stage. They had replaced the plain person with a firmer and “rounder-in-the-right-places” beauty. Behold Barbie. The woman gushed. The team applauded. The crowd cheered. I doubt that when penicillin was discovered the celebration was as boisterous as this one.

The woman they had transformed worked as an elementary school teacher. When the TV program cut to a video clip of the remade teacher’s cheering students, I was surprised by their boisterous reaction. I figured the kids would be disappointed, but they seemed to like the new version of their teacher. One boy went so far as to say that she was “hot.” I flinched.

I also thought my first-grade teacher was beautiful and I can remember the day I was most struck by her beauty. My classmate, Tammy Ray Black, had just completed a coloring assignment. She was the kid nobody liked; learning was a challenge for her. And as is often the case with children who struggle, she was constantly acting out, whining, and causing her classmates grief. Finishing a task was a breakthrough for her and Miss McDonald didn’t miss this chance to reward her efforts.

At first, I couldn’t believe that my beloved teacher was praising Tammy Ray for completing a coloring assignment. Heck, I’d done the same thing a hundred times before and she never said anything to me. And then I got it. Miss McDonald was trying to help my classmate feel better about herself. How lovely. At that moment I thought she was as beautiful a person as I had ever seen. Curiously enough, she didn’t look a bit like Barbie. Of course, Barbie hadn’t been invented yet, so how was I to know what was beautiful and what wasn’t?

Back to the wild strawberries. “So you liked the strawberries,” Grandpa remarked as I told him about the ones I had discovered. “They aren’t just tasty,” he went on to explain, “they’re also honest.” I didn’t catch his drift, so Grandpa quickly clarified his point. “You see, most fruits and berries employ trickery. They look good on the surface, all the while hiding their inner seeds. You bite into a beautiful piece of fruit and nearly break a tooth on the concealed pit. The strawberry, in contrast, wears its seeds on the outside. That makes it honest.” Or so said Grandpa.

Let’s leap to a still different time and place. The summer before I started junior high school, I entered the workforce for the first time. Each morning, I rode a bus with my buddies far into the country. Here we would walk into a sea of parallel rows and pick strawberries—the honest fruit.

As it turns out, strawberries are also the user-unfriendly fruit. They offer no relief from the sun as they lay low to the dirt, requiring you to either stoop or crawl if you want to harvest them. But these commercial strawberries were nothing like the wild ones I had discovered. They had been transformed through the miracle of horticulture into larger and prettier berries. But at a cost. They weren’t nearly as flavorful as their ancestors.

It only got worse from there. In my fifth summer of picking strawberries, I was selected along with two other kids to harvest a new, experimental field. The small patch sported the latest and greatest variety of strawberry. The new breed was huge, deep red, and flawless. Horticulture experts had outdone themselves. And because the berries were so large, I could fill a box in half the time. For a dream-like two hours, I filled each flat of twelve boxes in a mere fifteen minutes, not the half hour the other, smaller berries took. I loved those new money-doubling products of horticultural science.

But not for long. Sadly, as I bit into one of the uber-berries, I discovered the rest of the story. The new strain was even more bitter and pithier than the commercial ones I had been picking for years. Worst of all, gone was the taste of strawberry. Imagine that. A strawberry that didn’t taste anything like a strawberry. As you may have already guessed, the experimental berries that I picked over forty years ago are the same huge, deep red, tasteless fruit you can buy at the grocery store today.

Putting it all together. I’m exercising a fair amount nowadays in order to lose weight. I want to be able to play with my grandkids without dropping dead from a heart attack. For me, thinning down is not so much a looks thing as a health thing. That’s because I mainly like who I am and I’m glad that my wife, children, and grandchildren seem perfectly satisfied as well. Like a strawberry, I typically wear my seeds on the outside. I’m deeply aware of the fact that I look like a cross between Tom Cruise and Danny DeVito—minus the Tom Cruise part. And you know what? I’m okay with that.

I don’t believe it when TV commercials and programs tell me I need to transform myself into someone else’s view of how I should appear. In my particular case, today’s beauty vendors routinely try to tempt me with the wonders of liposuction or maybe even calf and pec implants. Imagine that: little plastic pillows sewed inside me to make my chest look more muscled. You’re talking about a guy who doesn’t miss his hair all that much or even think to comb it for that matter.

Most important of all, I never want my wife, children, or grandchildren to feel that they too are unfinished until someone transforms them into the world’s view of the perfect prototype. I love them just the way they are. I love them for who they are. And like the wild strawberry, I love them for what’s inside. I know that sounds corny. It is corny. But maybe I’m not thinking clearly. When I look out the window of my office and see puffy-lipped, silicon enhanced, calf and pec sculpted, and curiously look-alike “perfect specimens” jog by, I have an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. I miss strawberries.

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24 thoughts on “I Miss Strawberries”

  1. Julinda

    Oh, gosh, you do look like Danny Devito in the picture here! But back to the article, I love it! Another great Kerry Patterson story. I saw the link to your book (The Gray Fedora) and I will be putting that on my Christmas list this year!

  2. Julinda

    Okay, not my Christmas list since it’s not coming out until a little later. I’ll just have to buy it myself!

  3. Yvonne

    Thank you for this poignant look at how our society views beauty (and fruit). This is something that I have battled my entire life…not because I’m ugly, but because I’ve always been different and never bought into the idea that you must look a certain way to have value. It bothers me tremendously when I hear the ladies I work with discussing how someone should get their teeth whitened, dress a certain way, or die their hair a certain way. My hair is still the color God intended it and I don’t wear jewelry of any kind. I don’t spend thousands on make-up, botox or other beauty items and I still feel that I have something to offer to the world. Don’t get me wrong, our society is plagued. Over the years, I have found that I have a smaller group of friends because I don’t buy-in to all the fashion fads, make-up trends and jewelry that others are buying, selling and trading…The people who truly value my existence are the ones who can look beyond my exterior and I sincerely hope that young women, and men, who are feeling vulnerable because they don’t quite fit in to our society’s norm will read your article and understand that it’s ok to be themselves. Thank you for writing this. Very well written and well received.

  4. Janet

    Thank you for this. Important message, wonderfully done.

  5. George

    I heard something on the radio a while back that plant scientists have figured out that they need to put the flavor back in strawberries. I had one this summer that DID actually taste like a strawberry. I’m totally with you though that the wild ones are the best.

  6. James D Williamson

    Living in an urban area, I miss wild apples, peach, blueberries and strawberries. I always was reworded for staying within the lines, I now am known to work only outside the common lines, to new designs requiring less word and cost.

  7. earl buss

    Great story. I too had the pleasure of discovering wild strawberries, raspberries, blackberries etc.. Today, my daughter loves the new, improved, tasteless version. They (strawberries) have made the list of the worst foods to eat. Perhaps a lesson to learn here? I often wonder how those “perfect” people really feel? While the outside has a new coat of paint, nothing has been changed on the inside. ,

  8. Bill Heffernan

    Thank you for so beautifully articulating a simple and clear truth.

  9. Evelyn Montoya-Campos

    This was an inspirational story and shared in such a clear and beautifully simple way. Thank you for this. It is definitely one that I share with others as well.

  10. Susan

    Kerry, My first read, thank you for such a good one! I too enjoy the wild strawberries when I happen upon them.

  11. Wendy

    I must admit that I hadn’t looked at strawberries that way beffore. THe need to make things ‘perfect’ has affected so much of our daily life that it’s no wonder so many people can’t live up to what they feel is expected. If only more peole would look out and see these things for what they are and celebrate their differences. It’s not easy to be the one marching out of step but sometimes it really feels and perhaps tastes so much better. Thank you for your insiteful message I will never look at strawvberries in quite the same way again.

  12. Yvonne

    That was wonderful. You have a huge heart and a clear mind. Thank you for that.

  13. Teresa

    Love this!

  14. larajf

    You’re as perfect as the wild strawberries I’d find hiding along an old forgotten road. And yes, they made my day too. Thankfully I can grow strawberries that taste awesome….but the ones at the store can only be made sweet with chocolate, or triple sec and brown sugar 🙂

  15. Frances

    Thank you

  16. audramahoney

    There are times we have an ‘Ah ha’ moment. This article was my ‘Ah ha’ moment. Today I turn 59 and while my age doesn’t bother me so much, it is the life long struggle of always comparing myself to the women that were born with the bone structure that has given them an advantage over the short, slightly pudgy ones (that is me). Today I feel as if I now have permission to give up the comparison. I will never be taller than 5’2″ and will probably carry around a few extra pounds too. Your insight about not wanting your wife or children to feel like they are ‘unfinished’ struck a cord with me. Thank you for making me finally feel finished enough. I will continue to improve my overall health, which includes dropping a few pounds, but the motivation is entirely different. What a wonderful birthday present! Such a well written article that made a huge difference in my life. Again, thank you for being you.
    Sincerely, The Birthday Girl

  17. Imelda

    Excellent thoughts! From time to time you come across an article like this with no strings attached. It’s refreshing that we, like some or I hope most of us, still have this sense of longing and going after for what really matters. One of the articles that I will keep and share.
    Thank you!

  18. Trent

    Thank you for your article. A great reminder that substance matters far more than appearance.
    It also reminded me of a comment by Hedrick Smith, author of the 1976 book, The Russians. In his travels to Soviet Russia, he discovered that American produce and Soviet architecture were remarkably simiar: All size, no taste.

  19. Kay Hougan-Jones

    Loved this story and message even more. We were raised in the same county and my Dad had 35 acres of strawberries! Maybe Kerry was one of his pickers??? Haven’t had any strawberries as good since those days. My grandmother lived on Garden Street the same as he grew up on as well. His stories always make me nostalgic. But, again it is the message that truly hit home. Thank You!

  20. Rebecca Smith

    I loved every syllable of this post. Thank you.

  21. Grizzly Bear Mom

    Give me a Miss McDonald strawberry any day!

    I can remember excitedly telling my nephews that we had sun ripened wild raspberrries growing on our bushes! They couldn’t be bothered.

    Signed, County Gal.

  22. Conor

    All I can say is that I really enjoyed this article. You touched so many true and valid points. Keeping it real and human again, VitalSmarts. Refreshing, just like those wild strawberries

  23. catherine

    fantastic story. i miss them too, and really fear for our world moving toward the plastic and the seemingly perfect – but really deficient in what matters.

  24. Alisha - Makeovers & Motherhood

    Bravo! I adore the beauty of this well written story. It travels a nostalgic route through food and self-reflection. It’s so honest, sweet, and thought provoking and leaves us all missing strawberries! Well done!

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