JULY, 1944
Once more: quot;Bep!quot; by t in tco tc c;Go upstairs at once, Peter, tants to leave!quot; It airs and closed the bookcase.
Mr. Kugler finally came up at one-ty. quot;My gosurned to stra, Jans ing tairs to get a red and w do I see? People wasrawberries!”
t of tra evening: two jars came unsealed.
Faturned to jam. t morning: t afternoon: four lids. Mr. van Daan gotten t enougerte cereal ratermilk rarara, strara strararaed or in jars, safely under lock and key.
quot;; Margot called out one day, quot;Mrs. van us y pounds!”
quot;ts nice of ; I replied. And it certainly its so much work. . . ugh!
quot;On Saturday, youve aJI got to s; Mot table.
And sure enouger breakfast our biggest enamel pan appeared on table, filled to t to try removing t t once youve pulled out t, delicious and ricamins. But an even greater advantage is t you get nearly times as muc just the peas.
Stripping pods is a precise and meticulous job t miged to pedantic dentists or finicky spice experts, but its a ient teenager like me. e started nine-ty; I sat do ten-ty, got Up again at eleven, sat do eleven-ty. My ears ring, pod in trip tring, pod in tc., etc. My eyes ring, rotten pod, green, green. to figo do, I ctered all morn- ing, saying o my ony ring I pulled made me more certain t I never, ever, to be just a housewife!
At te breakfast, but from ty to one-fifteen rip pods again. opped, I felt a bit seasick, and so did til four, still in