This is blog #42 of my on-going series sharing pages from the scrap book of Minnie Holsinger, which she compiled in the 30s and 40s while she and Grandpa Charlie were saving to buy a farm.
I messed up. THIS was supposed to be the first image posted in the “Farmer’s Wife” blog series; in fact this cover is the reason I NAMED this blog series “The Farmer’s Wife”. There’s no excuse for my lapse, but here’s how it happened: Last year when I was organizing all of Grandma Minnie’s scrapbook clippings (delivered to me already cut out of whatever scrapbook there had been), I persevered them two Itoya presentation binders based on size. (The smaller clippings went into an 8.5” x 11” binder, the larger into 11” x 14”.) When I went to Anchorage, Alaska over Xmas vacation, I took the binders along and offered them to Mother, Grandma Minnie’s last surviving child. Maxine declined them, and I’ve had them on my entertainment center gathering dust ever since. A couple months ago I was inspired to scan, save, clean up and post the clippings. I grabbed the 11” x 14” binder first because l liked the clippings therein the best, forgetting my original intent. Now it’s too late. You’ll have to imagine what might have been.
I am posting both sides of the “Farmer’s Wife” cover clipping. The inside-cover advert for margarine invites snide condescension. I have to remind myself that, 70 years hence, they’ll probably sneer at our dietary choice the same way as I do, here, today.
Assuming, of course, that we halt our headlong rush toward environmental and political apocalypse.