Can't help you. The solution does not appear in my family history. In North Texas, not too many years after the Civil War, my great-grandfather was traveling into town in his buggy when he encountered a neighbor with a wagon load of bright red fruit. Having come to Texas from Kentucky in the "old states," he hadn't seen good red apples in a long time and missed them greatly. On the spot, he bought the entire wagon load and instructed his neighbor to take them to his home where his wife would know what to do with them. And he traveled on into town for business.
Now, his trips into town were never speedy. His eyesight had deteriorated badly, and he could make out only shapes and colors. But his horse knew the way to town and the way home and got him back before dark. His wife was waiting in the yard. He could see that much. He called to her to ask if his neighbor had made the delivery. "Yes," she said. "He did. And what, you old fool, am I going to do with a wagon load of tomatoes?" There's is no oral record of here finding a solution.