amylsacks' photos with the keyword: agriculture

The Farming Cherubs didn't make it in to work today. I fear for the lives of everyone in that field.

"...Many of the berries from this plantation are sent to the two nearby Ocean Spray canning plants where they are made into delicious jelly, sauce, cranberry juice cocktails, and a thousand other concoctions that were dreamed up to tickle the palates of those who really appreciate delicious tasting food. Others go directly to market as fresh berries under the Eatmor label... "Until I see you again, 'So long.'"

"...Like other projects that ever amounted to anything, the cranberry industry has provided many headaches to those interested in it. Scientific research, much of which has been conducted right here, has produced amazing advances and far better types of fruit. Say, some of the berries I saw were as big as marbles..."

"...People have come from all over the United States and from several foreign countries just to ride the Edaville [train]. Everyone of them was as pleasantly surprised as I to learn of the many other treats that were in store for them. In the autumn season they get a firsthand look-see at cranberry harvesting which, I understand, is one of the most colorful events in agriculture. Most harvest hands are natives of the Cape Verde Islands... Put thirty or forty of them in them in a bog which at that time of year has turned a pretty red, stack a few boxes of berries near them and you have a carnival of color that's hard to beat." Well, sort of. :/

So... the "waiting room" is a parking lot. Okay. "...The cranberry game does have its exciting moments, though, for it provides an element of suspense seldom found in other agricultural pursuits..." It does look exciting, doesn't it?

"Ever taste a cranberry frappe? What? You haven't? Well, let me tell you, you've really missed something in life. I know because I just smacked my lips over one and can truthfully testify that it's about the tastiest concoction that ever slid over my palate..."

Front of a postcard-sized, 20-page "letter-booklet" promoting a cranberry farm and "Home of the World's Smallest Railroad." Published by Richard Bennett Talcott of Boston, Massachusetts.

Sent from "Box 88, Moscow, USSR" on September 14th.

Each of the ladies keeps her eyes on her work, dreaming of the chance to make it big and get promoted to Legume Polishing! Woo!

"... these are the most important facts. You know now what alcohol is and what it does to the person who drinks it. You can understand why people advise you not to drink it. You can see for yourself what is wise for you to do about it." Yes, the next time any man should say to me, "What About Alcohol, Kid?" I vow that my response shall be, "Uh, are you buying? Great!"

Clippings, enlarged to show detail. It's so rare to see anyone at work in these things, other than Mrs. America in her kitchen, of course. I had to do it.

Not one Spam-wich recipe? Forget it. These recipes are too highfalutin for me!

Our walnuts are extra-good, because they're sorted by ladies in librarian outfits!

So, let me get this straight: Sausage is so expensive that we're going to fix a meatless substitute-- and then garnish it with... real bacon. All right then!

There's really no sane defense for posting this entire damn epic, so I won't bother to try. :/

The Pineapple Upside-Down Cake in the picture doesn't match up at all with the more traditional preparation described in the actual recipe. It's a great-looking image, though.

"Raw Cranberry Salad" must have sounded incredibly outre' to the average housewife back then. Oh, those mad Californians! What's next? Guacamole and hot tubs? Gracious!

The farmer looks like he'd rather be fishing, and who can blame him? Looks like a gorgeous day in scenic N.J. (The land of my birth.) :D