Often in different places. It was not always possible to dig out the harvest ourselves - sometimes it only remained to wish bon appetite to those who ate our potatoes. Our family got its own permanent potato field only when I went to school - behind my and my grandmother's yurt and barnyard, next to other "vegetable gardens".
My father's teachings engraved in my memory for all my life, and I will forever remember his respectful attitude towards Potatoes, almost on a par with his respect for Horses. Just like the habit of planting and digging potatoes every year. I really miss these activities, becoming a city dweller from the asphalt jungle.