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Sold it in the late 70s and early 80s when I was an FFA member in HS. Back then it came from Indian River. I wish I could get them now. With juice extractors available these days none of it would go to waste.

Ours came from Indian river also.

Our chapter sold a few semi truckloads every winter.

Was a huge money maker for our chapter. I believe I sold somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 boxes every year. Top seller was over 200 boxes every year.

My daughter is in FFA now and they sell fruit as a money maker also. But the FFA alumni hold a benefit auction and meal every February and that is where they get a bunch of their money to bankroll the program.

Grapefruit and oranges for us.

Blood oranges were awesome.

Me too. Sentinel, stationed by the door.

I have no idea what happened to my FFA jacket. Would love to find it. I remember selling magazine subscriptions and getting the prizes. I was a poor salesman and couldn't sell a glass of water to a person dying of thirst. I did manage to win a hunting knife, which I do still have. One of the kids who lived just down the road from me was a dwarf, the family would get mad if you called him a midget, and I guess people either felt sorry for him or else he was a natural born salesman. He sold more magazines than anyone in school, even selling them to people who'd told me no. I know he won a Winchester 94 Comemorative model and a 22 rifle. The family was pretty rough on their guns, and in a few years that Winchester looked like it had come over with the Mayflower.

Ditto!

In '70 the President and I (Vice Pres) won State Roberts Rules of Order, and Land Level competition in Nashville. First time I had seen a real buffet, at the Andrew Jackson Hotel, (filched the key, still have that too).

Remember all too well that full pan of bacon at breakfast, the black gentleman who oversaw the buffet, waistcoat, white gloves and all, said yes, I could have all I wanted...

Your in good company Stix. LOL.

They still selling fruit?

We did that 40 years ago... Glad they are still doing that!

Odd, my school had the program before, and after my time.

Live in Iowa, wifes a HS teacher unavoidable not to buy

When I was in FFA every fall we would go out to the local orchard and spend a couple days picking old fruit and then hauling it back to the class room /shop and spend the next week or so making cider. Never had to sell it, people would call the ag teacher and pre-order. We made hundreds of gallons and when we were done making and bottling we would load up the school ag pickup and deliver the cider.

Hey worriedman, I remember my first trip to the national convention in Kansas City. Our Adviser told us that there would be some dressed up ladies standing around our hotel and we were not to talk to them while we were there. He was right, while we were there I got to see some honest to goodness ladies of the night.

FFA, many memories of the days. I was Sentinel, "Stationed by the door", Your duties there? "Through this door pass many friends of the FFA....blah blah blah.....we also sold fruit, lots and lots of fruit

We was "required" to sell 20 boxes a year to get the "FFA Member Lives Here sign". We went to National Convention every year in KC as we was only an hour south. They always had the rodeo going on down by the Kemper Arena area also. Best part was the tobacco companies where always giving out free chew if you was "18". They would ask your age but you never had to prove it. Countless cans of Hawkins came home with us. The good ole days....

Every year, our box of oranges tries to run the whole kitchen according to the damned R'sRoO.

"Four H, and FFA, on a field trip"

Learned more real life skills in FFA that all other school combined.

Our instructor was the best gentleman I knew, and he handled all us rough and rowdy boys with aplomb. He never raised his voice, did not have to. The older guys respected him and that got passed on to us younger kids. My senior year he bought a Volkswagen Beetle which he raved about the gas mileage. Being pranksters we started slipping a little gas in the tank, then a little more till he was getting nearly 65 miles per gallon, then we reversed, he was ready to drive back to Memphis to take it in, fussing about that "foreign made piece of crap" when it got down to 10 mpg...we had a Mimosa tree just outside our room, back of the school of course, we put a dolly under the bug and hauled it around and set it in the crotch of the tree the day he was going to go back, the ass whooping we all got was substantial, but worth it.

When he was in the assisted living place decades later we would show up and laugh about that one.

Rowland Rawls, may he rest in peace, we a fine man!

Funny how clothing can hang in a closet and still shrink up.

Texas Ruby Red grapefruits. Delivering them was a bitch. Those sacks were heavy.