Rhubarb is indeed currently quite fashionable, but I must admit I do still worry about it a little. Like a pp, I grew up in the Rhubarb Triangle and all the fields in and around our village were rhubarb. That is no longer so; they have all gone. All of them.
My great grandparents were rhubarb farmers. They got up at 1am to harvest it by candlelight and send it off on the train from Leeds to London in time for Covent Garden Market in the morning.
I have a patch of ancestral rhubarb thriving here down south; a piece of crown brought down from my mother’s rhubarb patch, which originated from a piece of crown from her father’s patch, etc etc.
And back on topic, I also have a fine ancestral red gooseberry bush that was propagated from my grandpa’s.