As a younger child I remember going camping at Lake Sakakawea quite often.  When it would get close to the end of the summer there were a few times when I would help my grandmother pick chokecherries.  It was always an exciting time to help her out, but like most kids my attention span was not the longest.  We would pick the fruit from the chokecherry shrubs until our buckets were full to the brim.  I remember asking my grandma a few times if my bucket was full enough yet.  She would usually say something like, "not quite, we need as many chokecherries as we can get."  To this day, how many years later, I remember walking from the lake cabin, to the grove of trees with our buckets, and helping out grandma with the harvest.  At that age it seemed like a lot of work just to make some jelly, but as you get older you learn to appreciate those things. As I have gotten older I have been the one to start pickling and canning and hopefully I will get to learn how to make those famous treats from grandma.  Nowadays I love when my grandma gives me the homemade chokecherry jelly.  I use it sparingly so it lasts a while, it's so good you could eat it all of the time.