After picking watermelons as a kid we'd always ride on the back of the wagon going home. As soon as we hit a shady spot we'd push a couple of watermelons off the back of the wagon. To mitigate the damages, the whole crew would have to stop and eat the watermelons in the shade rather than have them go to waste.
My mama used to drive us around the countryside and sell watermelons for 50 cents each out of the car. I doubt the watermelons were worth that much; everybody just felt sorry for a widow woman with three kids and always bought at least one.
Not always happy times to remember.
Hav'nt heard the term "Widder woman" in a while.