The Gleaners

I've already determined that my flashback to my days in a cupboard in Oregon were accurate. Now I posit a new question for my parents...were we gleaners? I have indistinct memories of wandering around post-harvest potato fields, perhaps in Oregon, digging through the left overs for those that hadn't been chopped in half or were rotten. Personally, I'll be somewhat pleased if this is the case, as it makes me part of a medieval tradition, always a point of pride for someone with a bachelors in medieval to early modern British history.