Strains Of Glory: A Maine Country Scrapbook

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Excerpt:Raids and RationsRations were lifesavers during the war years. My parents had small tokens, the size of a penny, which were used to buy food staples such as flour, sugar, and shortening and molasses. I don’t know what we would have done without them. Many a family survived as we did, on homemade biscuits and molasses, pancakes and creamed toast, and red flannel hash, and, after we moved to...

Hardcover: 174 pages
Publisher: Goose River Press (September 15, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1597131679
ISBN-13: 978-1597131674
Product Dimensions: 8.5 x 0.6 x 11 inches
Amazon Rank: 4266058
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eton farm— produced cows, pigs, chickens and eggs, canned garden vegetables, dandelion greens and an occasional fish cooked in a little pork fat and rind. Pop corn was a special treat—shaken in a “spider” (black iron skillet) by my father on a hot wood stove. City folks were not so lucky. It was good that we didn’t live in the city for more than two years—the years I started school—‘43 and ‘44.The Air Raids began in Portland during the war, night times were the worst! Sometimes awakened from sleep that winter as a long, eerie whistle from who knows where was heard. I would huddle closer to my sisters as the shades were quickly pulled down. All lights turned off and a candle lit, and the distant roar of planes was sounded overhead. Somehow, my parents would hear when the all-clear was sounded and, once again, we could breathe a sigh of relief and go back to sleep.The three-story brick house we lived in was owned by Mrs. Burnham who lived on the first floor in the front of the house. She owned a big parrot who yelled at us whenever we had to go to her front door for anything. I was afraid of it and never wanted to go to her front door. I had to go inside once and all I remember is a dark interior with large fancy antiquated furniture.