This diary¹ entry intrigued me:
1929 Thursday January 10
Nice day. Roads were drifted full again. LAS met here today. Not very large crowd but not so bad for the roads. Took in over $5. Snow started to blow about 4:30 and had another blizzard all night again. The wind blew just terrible. Francis, Ruth, and Oscar were here and spent the eve. We made ice cream and played cards. Jack Nolte died this noon. Mama is better.
The new year really wreaked havoc on the midwest in 1929. The diary entries for the first two weeks of the year consistently Continue reading
Only three more days until Christmas. Are you ready?
Rose is. She finished up Harold’s gift—embroidered hankerchiefs—yesterday, and, today, she and Harold chose and cut their modest pine. Of course, she’s done crafting her ornaments and is settling in, just now, to trim the tree.
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… with boughs of holly / fa la la la la / la la la la¹
My house has been decorated for Christmas since the day after Thanksgiving. I’m not sure who decided this was the time to be Christmas-ed, but it is always the day my daughter insists upon. One year, though, we were in the middle of a kitchen remodel. For the longest time, it looked like we would never decorate. But then, Christmas Eve Day, my cabinets were installed while my mother and daughter and I put up the tree and ornaments.
It was the best Christmas.
Rose isn’t in the middle of a renovation and yet Continue reading
And Rose says “Pancakes.” Or is it Hotcakes?
Seriously. I need to know.
Rose was cooking Harold breakfast, which is a chore for her, given she’s a pretty bad cook, when she was stopped dead in her tracks by a very indecisive writer.
Would Rose say pancakes or hotcakes? Which phrase reads rural Nebraska in 1930?
That was several hours ago. Since then, I’ve been searching the internet for an answer.
Instead, I’ve found out that pancakes have been around since the 15th century, although back then they made them with mincemeat. Ewww!
And, that in addition to pancake or hotcake, there are also flapjacks, flannel cakes, slapjacks, griddle cakes, and johnny cakes.
I even found a delicious recipe for Oatmeal Pancakes here, that I stopped and made. And they were YUMMMM!
But I still don’t know if Rose would say pancakes or hotcakes?
What do you call them? Include where you grew up and I’ll post a map showing the regional preferences.
Geez. That sounds like a macabre title for a mystery.
It’s not; it’s a recipe. But that sounds equally ghoulish… Continue reading
Apparently, living underground is not just for prairie dogs.
Yes. People did it, too. I’m not talking cave people; no, these were early settlers. Specifically, early Nebraska settlers. And luckily for Rose, one of them squatted on her farm. Continue reading
And since we’re talking about indoor plumbing, did you know that Rose burned down the privy?
It was an accident. Of course. But now, Harold will have to build an outhouse. And that’s no easy task.
A few interesting facts about “the necessary”… Continue reading
I love to start my morning with a steaming cup of coffee, don’t you? I stumble down the stairs, still half asleep, resolutely headed to the kitchen and the carafe of elixir my husband has gloriously brewed earlier in the morning… While I slept.
Poor Rose. Such is not the life for her.
First, it would be her task Continue reading