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Memories on Muslin

LKO COVERWe leave traces of our lives behind us – sometimes in the most unusual ways.

Eighty years ago, the women and young girls of Athelstan, Iowa left pieces of themselves behind, stitched on muslin squares. In 1934, women in the community formed a quilting club. Quilt blocks with Sunbonnet Sue’s and Overall Bill’s were created and signed with their signature. The blocks were traded with one another and a few quilts were made.

Nellie Morris had other plans for her squares. She signed her block ‘From Mother, To Doris’ and added the year ‘1934’ in the bonnet. A set of 30 squares, 27 signed with names, went to Doris, most probably as a Christmas present, since it was in December.

Doris grew up. She married and had children. She and her husband grew older. And, the squares sat together in a stack. For the next 70 years, never stitched into a quilt.

After Doris’ death, the squares surfaced and they mystery of where these names originated from set the author on a search with the most wonderful results. The names were traced back to Athelstan and in 2014 the squares were donated to the Taylor County Historical Museum in Bedford, just a few miles from where they’d originated from 80 years earlier.

Join us on this journey as the squares, along with history of Athelstan, a small town sitting on the Iowa-Missouri border. Tidbits of 1934, such as prices, dust storms, Bonnie & Clyde, Shirley Temple and more are included, setting the background of the time when these squares were stitched. A brief history of depression-era quilts, the colors, and patterns used is included in this tribute to these Athelstan women.

Squares in this set of squares are from: Doris & Mother (Nellie and Doris Morris), Betty Balch, John Balch, Beverly Ruth Barnett, Dorothy Barnett, Darlene Booher, Leona Booher, Charls Bownes, Evelyn Bownes, Maxine Bownes, Minnie & Josie Bownes, Mrs. E.J. Bownes, Leona Mae Byrns, Jean Marie Carroll, Lelah Clark, Kate Fidler, Katie Kemery, Norma Gean Kemery, Rex Morris, Grace Murray, Georgia Older, Deliliah Rusco, Berneice Scott, Thelma Weaver, Dean Weese, and three unnamed people, anonymous to us forever.

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Available as an electronic PDF file from the author for $3.99.

A print is available from the author for $5.99 plus $3.50 shipping and handling. (Email texastrishafaye@yahoo.com for details)

Available as an ebook at Amazon, for $3.99.

New Name!

new name

We’re changing names.

Bread and Butter Days is now going by …. VINTAGE DAZE

The site address may still be the same. I haven’t figured out how (or if) I can change that.

We’ll still be bringing you snippets and memories from the past, just as Vintage Daze.

Have a wonderful day!

 

Taylor Book of Recipes, 1928

Taylor Book of Recipes, 1928

BBD_cb1It’s a tiny little thing, this small little cookbook that almost got lost in my ‘pile’.

A mere three inches across and four and a half inches tall, this cookbook from 1928 is chock full of recipes in its 88 pages.

Taylor Instrument Companies printed the cookbook to help promote its TAYLOR HOME SET, a three piece thermometer set consisting of an oven thermometer, a sugar meter for canning and preserving, and a candy thermometer for jelly and candymaking.

What I thought was interesting was that right in the middle of the ‘Hard Candies’ chapter, is a recipe for cough drops.

COUGH DROPS

2 cups water
½ oz. hoarhound herb
6 cups granulated sugar
½ cup strained honey
¼ teaspoon cream of tartar
½ teaspoon oil of anise

Boil the hoarhound in 1 cup of water for five minutes. Strain. Add the sugar, cream of tartar and the other cup of water. Boil to 295 degrees; then add the strained honey and let boil up once. Remove from fire, drop oil of anise in various parts of it. Blend with as little stirring as possible. Pour onto oil tin. Mark in squares when slightly cooled. Roll in powdered sugar.

The recipes for jelly making, baking and roasting were written by Nena Wilson Badenoch. The last few pages, Recipes for Deep-Fat-Frying, were written by Mrs. C. T. Bunnell.

Nena Wilson Badenoch was the author and coauthor of several other cookbooks. She also had an article in Good housekeeping: Volume 86, Number 3 (March 1928), entitled ‘A House to Grow Up In’. In 1938, she wrote a children’s book called ‘Go Home Puppy’.

Stay tuned for next week’s post, when we’ll be back to this cookbook, sharing some of the interesting fudge recipes in it.

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Friday Facts- March 20, 2015- Happy Birthday, Monopoly

Jillian Chantal

The board game, Monopoly turned 80 yesterday. How cool is that? How many versions do you own?monopoly%20board

I don’t know many people who haven’t played this game at some point in their lives. We played all the time when I was a kid and even played with my own children as well. We own the classic one, Doctor Who one, Sherlock one and Alabama one. We have too many obviously.  LOL

My favorite piece to play as is the iron but I like the dog as well (for variety, you know). My sister was always the hat. What piece do you like to represent you?

I always found it interesting that this game came out in 1935. The big stock market crash in October 1929 made a lot of rich folks poor and I often wondered if these same people liked to play so they could be money and real…

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Movie Entertainment 1915 Style: The Tramp

BBD_The Tramp movie posterWhat a hundred years has done to the motion film industry! On April 11, 1915. Charlie Chaplin’s popular silent film, The Tramp, was released. It was his sixth film for Essanay Studios in 1915. (Just wondering, can movies be produced so quickly now?) I’m sure the budget for these silent films was much lower than the current day price tags that run in the millions of dollars, even with accounting for the inflation costs over the past hundred years.

According to Wikipedia, the plot is: The Tramp (Charlie Chaplin) finds the girl of his dreams and works on a family farm. He helps defend the farm against criminals, and all seems well, until he discovers the girl of his dreams already has a boyfriend. Unwilling to be a problem in their lives, he takes to the road, though he is seen skipping and swinging his cane as if happy to be back on the road where he knows he belongs.

Charlie Chaplin not only starred in this iconic film, he also wrote the script, directed, and edited.

Today, take a moment to put your feet up, and enjoy this 32 minute step back in time.

The Tramp is available for free download at Internet Archive.

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Ageless Salads – ca 1939

BBD_MazolaFun, healthy salads. Yum!

Although I have memories of eating green salads my entire life, something I still think of these nutritious side dishes as a relatively modern dining custom.

This 1939 The Mazola Salad Bowl cookbook proves me wrong.

This 32 page cookbooklet is filled with tempting recipes and several full color photographs.

I was amused to read this snippet on the first page:

For Your Guidance: We have employed an entirely new technique in the “real life” photographs in this booklet. Each is a “homemaker’s view” – taken looking directly down on the salad – to guide you in arrangements and serving.

The little paperback imparts history, wisdom and salad etiquette, along with its many delicious recipes. It tells us that salads go back much further than I’d ever thought.

It’s another “old Roman custom” – mixing salad greens and “makings” in a big bowl, with plenty of good dressing. At least a story goes that the first salad-maker was a solid citizen of Rome who dabbled with the herbs and spices and oil while the cook was away, to produce our first salad dressing, which he poured over “Lactuca” or “Lettis” – which we now know as lettuce!

Here are a few recipes to try.

Stuffed Olive Dressing

1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon dry mustard
1 teaspoon granulated sugar
1 teaspoon paprika
¼ teaspoon cayenne pepper

2 tablespoons catsup
1 cup Mazola
¼ cup vinegar
1 (3 oz) bottle stuffed olives, sliced

Mix all the dry ingredients and the catsup together. Beat well with a hand beter or an electric beater at high speed, then add the Mazola one tablespoonful at a time, beating well after each addition. Add vinegar gradually, beating all the while. Add the olives and chill.

Makes about 1 ½ cups dressing, and is delicious on romaine or lettuce salad.

–Good Housekeeping

Grandfather’s Egg Salad

1 head lettuce
6 medium onions
12 hard cooked eggs
2 tablespoons vinegar
4 tablespoons Mazola
1 ½ teaspoons salt
¼ teaspoon pepper
Dash paprika
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
¼ cup grated sharp cheese
1 tablespoon minced parsley

With lettuce leaves line a salad bowl, china or glass preferred, unless you don’t mind a persistent flavor of Worcestershire sauce in your wooden bowl. The little lettuce leaves from the garden are supreme for this. Fill with alternate layers of sliced hard cooked eggs and sliced onions. Over this pour the dressing made by beating together the vinegar, Mazola, salt, pepper, paprika, and Worcestershire sauce. Sprinkle with the cheese and garnish with parsley. Serves 6 to 8 people.

— American Home

Whether from long ago, or longer ago than I ever imagined, I love salads. Enjoy your day … with a fresh salad on the side!

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Warm Winter Meals

Warm Winter Meals

On this mid-February day, where most of the country is shivering in below freezing temperatures, here’s a few old-time recipes to warm a body up.

STEWED APPLES AND RICE

applesPeel good baking apples. Take out the cores with a scoop so as not to injure the shape of the apple. Put them in a deep baking dish and pour over them a syrup made by boiling sugar in the proportion of 1 pound to a pint of water. Put a little piece of shredded lemon inside each apple and let them bake very slowly until done, but not in the least broken. If the syrup is thin, boil it until it is thick enough. Take out the lemon peel and put a little jam inside each apple and between them little heaps of well-boiled rice.

This dish may be served either hot or cold.

ROAST BEEF PIE WITH POTATO CRUST

Chop cold, cooked meat, and place in a glass casserole dish. To each cup of meat pour in one-third cup gravy or one-fourth cup water. Add salt and pepper to taste, some finely chopped onion, and a little parsley. Spread mashed potatoes as a crust over the meat. Bake in a 350 oven until golden brown and bubbly.
The Settlement Cookbook, 1915

A CHEAP VEGETABLE SOUP

BBD_vegetable soupThe following is the recipe given by the celebrated Francatelli for a cheap vegetable soup; Put six quarts of water to boil in a large pot with a quarter of a pound of suet or two ounces of drippings (cost about two cents), season it with a level tablespoonful of salt, half a teaspoonful of pepper, and a few sprigs of parsley and dried herbs (cost of seasoning one cent). While it is boiling prepare about ten cents’ worth of cabbage, turnips, beans, or any cheap vegetables in season; throw them into the boiling soup, and, when they have boiled up thoroughly, set the pot at the side of the fire, where it will simmer for about two hours. Then take up some of the vegetables without breaking, and use them with any gravy you may have on hand or with a quarter of a pound of bacon (cost four cents), sliced and fried, for the bulk of the meal. The soup, after being seasoned to taste, can be eaten with bread, at the beginning of the meal, the whole of which can be provided for about twenty cents.
Nebraska Pioneer Cookbook, compiled by Kay Graber

However you dish it up, via old-time recipes, or out of new-fangled boxes or fast food establishments, enjoy your meal – and stay warm!

In My Hometown (Glendora, California)

Bread and Butter Days
by Trisha Faye

IN MY HOMETOWN

“… this is your hometown …” Bruce Springsteen croons on the radio, evoking memories of my own hometown; Glendora, California.

BBD_citrus labelIn its early days, Glendora, incorporated in 1911, was a thriving citrus community – as many of the southern California towns lining the San Gabriel Mountains were. Proclaiming itself “Pride of the Foothills”, this small community was a natural for orange groves. Oranges thrived in the moderate climate, warmed by Pacific coast winds and sheltered by the foothills to the north. Aided by the railroad lines built across the nation providing easy transportation, orchards and packing houses sprang up across the inland acreage.

When I grew up there in the 60’s, there were still many orange groves, although not near what was around when my mother and father grew up in Glendora in the 40’s and 50’s. Today few groves still exist.

The lure of orchard work drew many good men, looking for steady work in the post-Depression years. It called to my Uncle Johnny, who worked at the Widman groves for many years. My Grandpa Jones soon followed, joining him in the orchards for a time, as he and Bea raised their family on Leadora Avenue.

BBD_glendora citrus newspaperPresident Taft himself was enamored of this sweet golden fruit. The June 10, 1911 Glendora Gleaner, the local paper at the time, reported that “… President’s well know preference for the California oranges. They are packed by the Glendora Citrus Association in quarter sawed oak boxes and put together with brass screws, and shipped once a month regularly to the President. The order for the White House supply was placed with the Glendora Citrus Association to fill by the Southern California Fruit Growers Exchange, because of the well known and recognized superiority of the fruit raised in the Glendora district …”

In 1915, the Citrus Protective League of California estimated that California’s citrus production exceeded $200 million dollars, from a total of 208,000 acres of citrus groves.

Life is always in flux, the only constant being that things are always changing. This goes for the popularity of the citrus industry also. In “Oranges for Health – California for Wealth”, Vincent Moses attributes real estate development and population growth following World War II as factors responsible for the decline of the citrus industry. He states, “One local grower mused that it was feasible to grow oranges when his land was worth $11,000 per acre, but when land values soared (to) $30,000 per acre orange growing ceased to be as compelling.”

Whether Glendora is filled with orange groves or rows of brand new houses, the scent of fresh orange blossoms, or the lyrics of a popular song, still take me right back to my childhood days, walking past the orange groves on the way to school.

OUR GRANDPARENTS AND GREAT GRANDPARENTS

OUR GRANDPARENTS AND GREAT GRANDPARENTS

BBD_log cabinOur great-grand folks were humble and poor,
In a little log cabin with cracks in the floor.
Carried their water up the hill from a spring,
In an old wooden bucket with a cup of tin.

Gathered in kindling from a brush path,
Handmade lights and saved their scarce match.
Behind every stove was a strong wooden box
Filled with dry wood, carried and chopped.

Close to the fireplace, warmed their shins,
Goose-pimpled back when the draft blew in.
Read Bibles and few books on cold winter nights
By a dim little blaze of a dim light.

Hunted for sport, a mess of wild meat,
Tanned the hides and a carcass to eat.
Knew every varmint by the print of his paw,
Tracked them down during the snow and spring thaw.

Children walked to school more than a mile,
Through drifted snow the wind had piled,
Struggled hard to get there and back,
With heavy feet wrapped in old feed sacks.

BBD_log cabin insideLoose straw bed that they stirred each night,
With homemade comforts tucked in tight.
Feather beds in each home and
Covers so heavy the body grew tired.

On a zero night when the water froze hard,
Caught rain in a tub,
On a hand board rubbed and scrubbed.
Up bright and early to get the stove hot,
Cooked beans in an old iron pot.

Boiled clothes in a kettle with ley soap,
No detergents, no bleach, no new fashion dope.
Dried them on weeds and on yard fence,
Old-fashioned folks were busy as bees.

Used the wash water to scrub their board floors,
With a straw broom swept it out the door.

Corn boiled in water with wood-made lye,
Made their hominy we now cheaply buy.
Their coffee strong, bitter and black
Roasted in ovens, then hand-mill cracked.

The old family cows made milk for the churn,
This tiresome chore each child took his turn.
Sliced peaches and apples, spread up high,
On a roof in the sun to wither and dry.

Cabbage and turnips buried in a hole
Safe from freeze of the water cold.
Gathered their dry beans in coffee sacks
Beat with a stick until the hulls cracked.
Cleaned by the wind from pan to pan
And carefully sorted each mess by hand.

Children’s toys were all handmade,
Two crotched limbs run for the sled,
Baby had spools threaded on a string,
A pie pan and stick to make it ring,

Flings and rag dolls with hand-painted face,
Slim hickory sticks made a fishing reel,
They could bend small trees for a pony ride,
Behind a clay ditch play hoop-in-hide.

Wade down the creek in summertime,
Old fashioned fun didn’t cost a dime.

Fuel was made with strong muscles and ax,
And tobacco free from state tax.

Raised all they ate, nothing refined,
Our great granddads had a hard time.

Old-time folks would borrow and lend,
A shovel of fire, anything to a settin’ hen.

Thinned their blood with sassafras tea,
Used skunk oil when cold and sneeze.

Broke leafy twigs to shoo out the flies
That crawled on the baby and made it cry.

Sad irons were heated on smoky cookstoves,
Rubbed clean on paper before ironing clothes
And before it touched the clean handmade sheets.
Baked their own bread, raised the food and sewed,
Each had his duties, each carried his load.

Butchered their hogs and rendered their lard,
Raised ducks and chickens in their backyard.

BBD_sorghumDried green beans on long strings of twine,
Made kraut in a barrel, corn also made in brine,
Raised sorghum cane, stripped off the leaves,
Squeezed out the juice by machine pulled by mule.
The sorghums cooked in a large pan,
For fritters, flapjacks, candy and cake.

We owe a great debt we can never pay,
To the Grand Ole Folks of yesterday.

— Author Unknown

I can’t take credit for the old time sentiments. I can’t credit the author either. I found this in an out of print 1979 book, Herb Walker’s Country Store. At the time of printing, the author was unknown also. All I know is that as many things as it seems we have to grumble about in today’s world, after reading these words, my life sure seems easy!