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The Granny Files: April 5, 1947
edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2002
By Lisa A. Parnell
Posted: Wednesday, March 27, 2002
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a letter from a grandmother's files
Thanks so much for the Easter card – it’s the sweetest thing. And I’ve not done one thing for Easter. Guess I’ll just have to include a double order of love in this letter.
This morning at breakfast Happy said, “Guess we won’t get out to Anson for Easter, will we?” I replied that, at this late date, I didn’t suppose so. He said, “Well, you must write and tell your mother that we can’t get there. I told her we’d be out again at Easter.” So – just in case you’d been looking for us, let this be your notification. He then went on to make big plans about how we’d come out there some week-end after our garden starts bringing forth good things and surprise you by gifts of cabbage, corn, beans etc. He also insists that we’ll bring you some fryers and all my protestations that you’ll have fryers in the back yard make no difference. He says he wants you to have some of our fryers. He’s a nut.
Our fryers are day old chicks he brought home last night! He telephoned that he was going to bring some white Wyandot cockerels to raise for fryers but he got here with straight-run White Rocks – so I’ll have some pullets to save from this bunch. We still plan to get a few Austra-White pullets in addition. I worked all afternoon trying to get that big electric brooder adjusted to hold the right temperature and never did make it do right. Solomon never bothered about how hot or how cold it was – and over half of his chicks died. So we just fixed up a big cardboard box with a light bulb and a fruit jar and holes cut around the bottom for feed and water, spread sand on the bottom so they wouldn’t peck in the droppings and they’re as happy as if they were in a fancy brooder. Happy is going to call Mr. Darby today and find out how to make this brooder work right. I’m sure it can be done because the Darbys used it all the time and were in the chicken business in a big way. We got fifty for $3.50 and, of course, they put in a couple extra. Kyle and I are determined to raise every one of them. There isn’t a puny looking one so far. I was thinking last night about that poor little chick you gave me when Kyle and I came out there last fall. I don’t think it ever did stop cheeping and it didn’t eat or grow – or sleep, it seemed.
Happy also got Kyle’s long awaited BB gun yesterday and Kyle was out before breakfast gunning for crows. He came in a few minutes ago and said he was going fishing. If I can find a good excuse to stop work I may be right there beside him before long. But it’s pretty chilly and windy this morning. Guess this is our Easter cold spell. Hope it gets no worse than this. A heavy frost would really ruin us. We didn’t get our rain yesterday and I’m holding my breath in hope the water won’t run out before Monday. Of course, we can always carry water from the cistern at the barn, but I don’t like to drink that – and it’s a lot of bother.
I don’t believe I’ve ever told you what I’m planning to do while Happy is planning on bringing you all this stuff from the garden. That is to do a bit of canning for you. I know you’ll probably not be able to get much, if any, done this summer and I thought that it’d work out very nicely for me to do it along as I do mine. Of course, that is just more counting chickens before they hatch, but if the garden amounts to anything at all we should have plenty of vegetables to supply we three and you two adequately. You might be gathering jars together and I’ll bring back a bunch to fill for you the next time we come out. Right now it looks like there are enough jars around here to can enough stuff for an army – but I remember how quickly I ran out last summer – and didn’t do any great lot of canning either. I have already gotten two gallons of white corn syrup to use for canning fruit, guess I really should get more than that. Then I can use what sugar we have for jellies and such that don’t do so well with syrup. I do hope our strawberries do well so we can have strawberry jam – that’s the best stuff in the world. I must get a pressure canner. My little pressure pan will hold three pints but that’ll be very tedious for anything but small quantities from the garden each day.
I made that honey fudge cake that the Swans Down people are using in their contest and it’s the worst thing I ever saw or tasted. I don’t think Kyle will eat it and when a cake is that bad it’s terrible. In the contest you’re supposed to complete the statement “I like the honey fudge cake made by the Swans Down Mix-Easy Method because -- -- “ I think I’ll tell them I like it because when I make it I can be sure of always having cake on hand. It would also make nice bath sponges. But the icing is pretty good and takes no sugar.
Well, it’s ten o’clock and as usual there’s plenty to do so I’ll get to it.
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|Reviewed by Florence Fry
|Another good read. Pity about the honey fudge cake though. I would have asked for the recipe :)|