North Dakota c 1910-1940
Norwegians
The author fondly recalls her childhood on the ND prairie. As I read, I kept wondering if her mother were human. How would it be possible for any woman to do so much work, do it splendidly, and raise six children (born in a span of 9 years)? Carrie was the youngest in the family, so the tale has the rosy glow of childhood memories. She mentions snow and drought, but never says much about wind. Her mother makes all of their clothes (and bakes all of the bread, does the washing, tends to her bachelor brother down the road, helps with the milking, raises chickens, ...), but Carrie says nothing about wearing hand-me-downs. Having five older sisters, I'd be surprised if she had many brand new dresses.
Tragedy never strikes this family, or not in a way that impressed young Carrie. The drought and depression must have hit pretty hard, but her parents seem to have taken it all in stride. Severe winter blizzards however, made getting to school a real problem. Instead of using a car to drive the two miles, Dad had to hitch the horses to a wagon and make the round trip twice a day. This was dangerous, so the girls had to live in the schoolhouse for weeks at a time. (Yep, that would impress me, too.) Woven throughout the book are references to her Norwegian heritage, the cooking, the habits, the language, the pride.
p 70 Here she describes her mother preparing coffee for the men harvesting the wheat.
I see my mother standing over the black cast-iron range making coffee in a giant granite coffeepot, see her vigorously grinding the coffee at the hand grinder on the wall, see her mixing the ground coffee with an egg—shell and all—and dropping it into the pot, pouring boiling water over it, letting it settle, then pouring a cup of cream into it.
This is probably the 3rd or 4th book I've read that mentions an egg in the coffee. What's its purpose? Does it affect the flavor? (The reference to a 'granite' coffeepot means that it was graniteware - also known as enamelware, porcelain enamel fused with metal.)
And, near the bottom of the page: The men reach eagerly for the doughnuts, because my mother is a superb doughnut maker, having made at least enough of them in her lifetime to provide her with a chain link to heaven.