My Grandpa Ferrell was a coal miner in West Virginia for many years before and after the depression. Coal miners worked long, dark hours and often the only bright spot of their day was lunchtime. It was usually one half hour and above ground giving them a chance to rest their legs and back and breathe some clean mountain air. At that time, lunches were packed in covered tin buckets with the top part of the container designated for dessert mostly slices of pie. As it was, the miners always looked forward in seeing what, if any, kind of pie was packed for them in their lunch bucket by their wives that morning. As the story goes, if a miner had two slices of pie waiting for him in his bucket, then he made his wife happy and she really loved him. If only one slice was packed, the miner was an average husband and she cared for him. However, if no pie was packed and the pie tray was empty, this meant that you were not making your wife happy and there was no love left!! My grandparents were married close to sixty years and my grandfather learned early on who was packing his lunch. Needless to say, he had lots of pie in his 86 years and cherry rhubarb was one of his favorites.