To supplement the available food supply, the family gleaned the fields in the area.Just like Ruth and her mother did in the Bible.We gleaned for dropped ears of wheat,rye,oats and barely.The potato fields and sugar beet field were explored.We went into the woods for beech nuts,wild raspberries,blueberries,mushrooms of all types.Mom was an expert and we never got sick.
For the blueberries we even took a train to better locations.The whole family went to the train station and rode the train further north about an hour or so.We got off and of into the woods to look for those blue beery bushes.Several hours passed by and the containers we brought got filled as well as our stomachs.
For the blueberries we even took a train to better locations.The whole family went to the train station and rode the train further north about an hour or so.We got off and of into the woods to look for those blue beery bushes.Several hours passed by and the containers we brought got filled as well as our stomachs.
In the village there was a white manor house with lots of other buildings.The owner of the manor employed many of the new refugees.This of course raised the issue that our Congress is discussing...Refugees are taking the local jobs away.This did not endear us with the locals for a while and tensions were high.
The manor fields produced sugar beets and potatoes.The kids in the village even worked those rows of small plants by thinning them out. I did that too.The big people did the hoeing and hand harvesting.
My two uncles ,Erich and Erwin did that harvesting too.Each person was assigned to a staked out area.The beet was dug up,greens cut off and the dirt removed and put on a pile.The worker I believe got paid by the area cleared.
In later years I saw those acres and acres in North and South Dakota and in Minnesota and the machines that did the harvesting and the trucks upon trucks hauling the beets to train cars and to the sugar factories in the area.
I don't remember if the manor owner or a farmer in the village that made small parcels of land available for the refugees that had settled in the town.The parents rented a small parcel of land that became the family vegetable garden.We grew everything that would grow and could be eaten. Dad even grew a few tobacco plants.It wasn't until years later that I saw the big tobacco fields in Kentucky.
My two uncles ,Erich and Erwin did that harvesting too.Each person was assigned to a staked out area.The beet was dug up,greens cut off and the dirt removed and put on a pile.The worker I believe got paid by the area cleared.
In later years I saw those acres and acres in North and South Dakota and in Minnesota and the machines that did the harvesting and the trucks upon trucks hauling the beets to train cars and to the sugar factories in the area.
I don't remember if the manor owner or a farmer in the village that made small parcels of land available for the refugees that had settled in the town.The parents rented a small parcel of land that became the family vegetable garden.We grew everything that would grow and could be eaten. Dad even grew a few tobacco plants.It wasn't until years later that I saw the big tobacco fields in Kentucky.
He pulled the lower leaves and hung them to dry and then cut them into fine shreds.He used some type of paper and news paper to roll his cigarettes. He also smoked the pipe.
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