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Goldfoot
Farm
Thurs., Aug. 6, 1925
Bill
and I often have a hard time keeping our faces straight,
the male boss being such a scream. Talking incessantly,
everything he says is by way of, or in parenthesis to something
else, which he seldom reaches. He changes his mind a dozen
times whether to water the horses before or after supper
and then ends up by asking "Ella." Tonight there
was an unexpected letter for them. Pa, striding to the door
for light, read out loud an invitation to a Variety Shower.
Coming back to the supper table he sat quietly while I explained
a Variety Shower to them. Then, thinking of some point he
wanted to verify, he went to the door again to reread the
note out loud. Discussing the matter and starting to sit
down, he didn't quite make it before, wanting to satisfy
himself about another point, to the door he went again.
He must have done this at least five times. We stuffed potatoes
in our mouths to keep from howling with laughter.
As is to be expected, Ella and her mother-in-law do not
see eye to eye. The last time the old lady was here George
had a lot of green apples on the cellar floor, to make cider.
Ella, noticing they were rotting and breeding a thousand
little flies, said to George, "Get this dumb mess out
of here." The old lady, hearing the remark, said Ella
wanted the applies out because she was "too darned
lazy" to make cider. So Georgia's mother, laboriously
grinding up a few apples with a cheese grater, squeezed
the mush through a rag, so her George could have his glass
of cider. This, of course, via Ella.
The missus has showed me how to stew up elderberries so
they are delicious, with lemons, vinegar, raisins and lots
of spices. I serve them nearly every day either in a pie
or as sauce.
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