“I have cooked dinner, ironed and scoured the kitchen.”
1930s kitchens are very different from 21st century kitchens. For starters, apparently every kitchen in Bernice’s time has an identical gigantic white enamel sink. I guess if you have to scour by hand, you need lots of room. In 2013, kitchen sinks are designed only for giving everything a brief rinse before it is loaded into an automatic dishwasher. Personally I find that to be inconvenient, because even 80 years later, scrubbing cookware by hand is often the best way to get it clean.
1930s kitchen, Flickr.com
“This morning I cleaned house cooked dinner and shook peanuts. After dinner I washed.”
Peanuts again. To shake peanuts, what does that mean?
“For this day I have shook peanuts.”
My goodness, the Handbook of Texas Online has a big article devoted to Peanut Culture:
Arachis hypogaea: Peanut
“After I cleaned house I washed and picked cotton.”
On this Monday, housecleaning, laundry, and time spent in the cotton field. Is anyone listening to the World series on the radio today? Here’s the Time magazine for the week of October 7th, featuring Mickey Cochrane, player-manager of the Detroit Tigers. The Tigers win the Series today in game 6 against the Cubs.
“I helped cook dinner, then got Dick ready to go to the doctor.”
Going to the doctor in the 1930s. The ad below is easy to make fun of in 2013, but frankly I have to wonder whether our modern ideas about medicine are entirely valid. Eighty years from now, will people be shaking their heads in disbelief at unsound early 21st century medical practices?
Flickr.com, 1930 Lucky Strike cigarettes advertisement
“I helped load some hay, cooked dinner, ironed and cleaned yards.”
A busy Saturday. Bernice, don’t you ever rest ?
“After I cleaned the house, I went and picked cotton.”
TGIF! Housecleaning, followed by agricultural labor.
North of where Bernice lives, many rural people are suffering from the health effects of severe dust storms.
The Kansas State Board of Health is printing this report on October 4th, 1935:
Images from the Dust Bowl are awesome and horrifying. Bernice is probably feeling lucky to live in humid and fertile East Texas: