Rows and rows of onions marched across our garden. More than we would actually eat, but there was a use we had for them beyond that of food.
As the days lengthened, we children used to love playing outdoors and as twilight wrapped us in its fading light the mosquitoes would increase their pestering of us.
It was onion tops to the rescue. We'd select the plumpest top we could find without spending a lot of time searching and carefully split it open and rub the slimy insides on our arms and legs and go back to playing. Mosquitoes didn't seem to care for our new scent and would move on to something less onion-y.