My father put in a big Victory Garden in our large yard in 1943 when I was 5 and we had it until I was 16. I used to hate having to work on weekends with him when all my playmates were having fun. On the other hand when we had surplus zuchinni, tomatoes, and other items, he would let me sell them and keep the money. Black children among other not college bound students no longer have access to the non-college prep courses that actually prepared you to do something useful like fix cars, build things, cook, sew, etc. Then we wonder why illegals come here looking for the work that our students have not learned how to do.
Nice recitation of a history.
My only story in a minorly similar way is that I had a Great Uncle who had a fruit farm.
He let the visiting kids set up a fruit stand just down the road from the farm and let us spend a day selling fruit we had picked from his orchards.
We also got to take additional picked fruit home to sell from our front yard the next day.
100% PROFIT!
It was short lived each year, but GREAT!