Mary Celebrates 70th Wedding Anniversary

Mary and Clint were married in 1939, the year of the so-called "two" Thanksgivings, when November had five Thursdays and FDR wanted to stimulate Holiday shopping.  Their wedding day was on the traditional fourth Thursday of November, the 23rd.

Here's Mary on Thanksgiving 2009 as she leaves her house for the family celebration of the momentous 70th anniversary.  The destination was nearby Harry's Savoy Grill.  Joining the anniversary celebration were Clint and Natalie Searl, Ed and Ellie Searl, Kelly, K.P., and Mary Grace Lansing, and Ken and Mary Lansing.  A good time was had by all.

Peeling Peaches

Mary knows how to peel a peach. She was always able to maneuver a sharp paring knife and remove a fuzzy peach skin in a thin continuous slice. Her sister Eva,who didn't have either the patience or skill, always cut too much of the flesh. So Mary was the one that Mother Eva asked to help in canning peaches.

The last time Mary helped, it was during the Labor Day weekend. (As a young mother with a son, Mary often felt she had to spend weeknds on the Farm to help her mother with the heavy workload.) Mother Eva had three 5/8 baskets of peaches to put up. (Each basket held about 40 pound of fruit.) Mother and daughter sat at the great kitchen table working silently, because talking took energy--energy better used to work.

The fuzz on the late season Albertas was so thick that it abraided the skin on the hand that held the paring knife. (Mother Eva preferred for these canning peaches to be semi-hard. They were bought from nearby Dersch Orchards.) Once pared each peach was halved and pitted. Mother Eva, using a fork, carefully placed each peach half in the glass jar before syrup was added, a lid was screwed on, and placed in the hot water bath. Each jar was a work of art.

Mary had earlier climbed the two stairs to the attic where the quart jars were stored on the floor, upside. Since each basket produced 14 jars of peaches, that meant carrying down more than 5o jars--jars that had to be metcuously washed. Washing them was tedious, particularly the aluminum screw top lids with the ceramic liners.

The result of these efforts was money in the bank: row upon row of jars of golden peaches in syrup to be withdrawn as needed throughout the coming winter.

Cottage Cheese Pie

One of Mary's signature/classic desserts is Cottage Cheese Pie. The recipe is simple, and it's a good one. What makes Mary's version so good, of course, is her crust.

This dessert evokes sight, smell, and taste sensations of 1950s Sunday dinners.

Ingredients:

1. 1 pound of cottage cheese
2. 1/2 cup of sugar
3. 2 egg yolks
4. 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla
5. 1/2 tsp of salt
6. 2 cups of milk
7. 2 egg whites beaten stiff
8. 1 #2 can of crushed pineapple
9. 1 teaspoon of tapioca or cornstarch

Directions:

1. cream sugar and cottage cheese until smooth
2. add rest of ingredients (except those below) to above mixture; then fold in egg whites
3. add tapioca or conrstarch to pineapple and cook until thickened
4. put thickened pineapple into an uncooked pie crust and laye the cottage mixture over the top
5. bake in a 350 degree oven for an hour

Starched Cotton Dresses

At the start of the school year Mary had 4 new dresses. With mother Eva , Mary picked out fabric—100% cotton at 39¢ a yard. Mrs. Ott, who worked in a local factory as a seamstress, sewed the fabric into dresses, using patterns from which Mary selected. 3 or 4 additional dresses were added to her wardrobe throughout the school year. Mary had 2 or 3 “good” dresses for church and special occasions. She wore her “old” dresses to work around the house and to do field work. She changed into these “old” dresses as soon as she came home from school. She had a pair of oxford shoes for school, a pair of “good” shoes to wear with her “good” dresses, and a pair of “old” work shoes.

Her sister dressed similarly. Her brothers wore shirts and ties to school. They would never think of wearing their work clothes, denim overalls or dungarees off the farm, that is, if they went into town.

The family had plenty of laundry that mother Eva washed every Monday—piles of underwear and socks, of course, along with work clothes. Dresses and shirts (which were worn until dirty) got special attention. Eva scrubbed collars and cuffs on a washboard. After coming out of the wringer washer, they were dipped in starch, and hung out to dry. After being dried they were “sprinkled” lightly with water and rolled up in preparation for Tuesday ironing. Damp, starched cotton was easier to iron.

For Eva, ironing was more than an all day affair done at the ironing board pulled down from a kitchen closet. Mary remembers her mother sometimes ironing until midnight.

When she was old enough, Mary ironed the smaller boys clothes.

Gradually, as she grew older and more siblings were born, Mary assumed more and more of the responsibilities of caring for Frankie, Georgie, Stevie, Paulie, and Tommie: washing them, getting them ready for bed, waking them up, and getting them ready and off for school, as well as ironing heir clothes.

September Moon

At 92 Mary remains inquisitive and full of wonder for the natural world. She recently woke up before dawn on an early September morning and saw the full moon in the western sky. She sat by the window in the family room and watched it set, growing larger as it arced to the horizon. It was a beautiful sight. "I never saw the moon set before," Mary declared with awe.

After the first morning, Mary rose early to watch the moon set for three more mornings. One morning she left her chair to wash her face and comb her hair. When she returned the moon had already set. She was astonished that it moved so quickly.

Fascinated by the moon cycles, Mary wondered how long the moon would "remain full."

2641 Foulk Road

In 1949, after borrowing $5,000 from Mary's father Joe, Clint and Mary purchased land from Hyland Gaynor, a nearly acre wedge ($1200) within the northern boundary of Delaware. Gaynor had once operated a small milk bottling business--buying local milk in bulk. On a hill, 165 feet into Pennsylvania, stood the Gaynor's modest field stone farmhouse and gray sloping barn.

The property to the south of 2641 Foulk Road was a farm field that sometimes grew wheat. South of that stood a substantial serpentine (green) stone Methodist church with sprawling graveyard dating from the 19th century. There were 2 houses across the street, the abodes of the Petit de Manges and the Burroughs. South of these houses was a farm field with a wooden windmill in its midst, boundaried by a low, masoned granite stone wall along Delaware 261, Foulk Road. (In the early 1950s it was spelled Faulk Road.)

Clint, with little training, determined that he would build the two story Cape Cod bungalow himself. He relied on U.S. government pamphlets for information.

An acquaintance with a tractor and a clam shell digger helped him gouge a foundation from a shallow slope. Clint laid the concrete block foundation: each block weighed 23 pounds. He hired a carpenter to be sure that the framing was done properly. Once the basics were in place, Clint did the rest of the construction and finishing with hand tools, a process that continued for more than a decade.

At first, there was a kitchen with knotty-pine cabinets and eating area, living room, and two bedrooms on the first floor. Clint laid oak flooring on the first floor, which Mary waxed and polished by hand every Friday.

The second floor was an attic. Later, room by room, Clint built 3 bedrooms upstairs. The basement was unfinished--housing a small workshop in the midst of a gas furnace and water pump. The pump drew water from a relatively shallow, hand dug well. (Conservation of water was a family virtue enforced by Mary--only an inch of water was allowed to take a bath.) There was a utility sink, washing machine, and chest freezer in the cellar entrance way. Since the basement was mostly below ground it was cool in summer and warm in winter. It held aromas of seasonal vegetables from the garden.

On the backside of the house, on either side of a corridor leading into the cellar, Mary cultivated a sloping "rock garden" that featured multi-colored portulacas and cascading mountain pink.

A vegetable garden dominated the long yard, along the PA border. Clint turned the soil and dug furrows with a one wheeled hand cultivator. In the garden's front was a cascading concord grape arbor. Rows of radishes, cabbage, carrots, beets, lettuce, potatoes, and such led to rows of yellow corn--Clint was a yellow corn man as opposed to my Mary's farm family championing of white corn.

Toward the narrowing point of the wedge-shaped property stood a chicken coop with a small and low cold sash in front of it, for growing seedlings in the spring. Near the garden were two apple trees (Macintosh and Delicious) and a Bing cherry tree. Alongside the chicken coop was a strawberry patch. On the other side of yard grew a bramble of raspberries canes. I have faint memories of a goose berry and a quince bush.

A dog house above the raspberry path had a circular dirt apron, worn of grass by Spot who was contained by a 12 foot chain. Spot was a hunting dog, configured like a Brittany Spaniel. His pedigreed mother had mated with an unknown male.

Popular shrubs of the era served as borders and boundaries: privet (with stinking flowers) and fire thorn (with thorns and red berries). Eventually these plantings grew rank and deeply rooted and with considerable effort were torn out.

Originally the house was sheathed in red brick patterned fiber-board panels. (It would much later be covered in white aluminum siding.)

In the beginning there was no garage. Alongside the gravel driveway, near the house was a mound of soil that had been dug from the foundation.

Finishing the rooms, maintaining the property, keeping a garden plus husbanding chickens consumed Mary and Clint's evenings and weekends.

The property and house, so hands on for Clint and Mary, was the center of their life together. It was a source of pride, as well as a symbol of their work ethic and private sense of responsibility.

First Home

Little Mary spent her first few 4 years in a modest two story frame house in Paulsboro, NJ at 25 East Washington Street. Her father Joe worked at a DuPont Plant in Gibbstown that made black powder. E va, Mary's mother, spoke scant English. So German was the primary language of the home for Mary and her two older brothers Joe and John. Sister Eva was 2 years younger than Mary. Tony was a baby.

The Paulsboro house had a front porch with a child's rocking chair. Circa 1920, little Mary loved to climb up on the seat, make herself comfortable, to sit and rock. She fell asleep in the rocking chair. A neghbor alerted Eva that her little girl was asleep. Her mother woke her up and took her inside. Mary cried. (Her mother always said she was a crybaby.) After a while, when no one was paying attention, Mary returned to the front porch and her rocking chair and rocked herself asleep again.

[Ed Searl]