I like the poem that accompanies this one too. It's a bit blurry in the photo, so I'll type it here:
The earth is free again,
After the harvest's burning.
Furrows unleashed from pain
On this autumnal morning.
Here the rolled furrows lie,
Wait the expectant seed.
Impatient to meet the high
Experience of need.
|October 1942, Ladies Home Journal|
Day 2 is interesting. She mentions the availability of "frosted clams". Frosted was a word used for frozen food. In the early days of the frozen food industry, the term "frozen food" had a negative connotation as it meant food that had been frost-bitten. So, to keep the new quick-frozen foods separate from the bad frozen foods in consumers' minds, they termed it "frosted foods".
(I wrote my college capstone paper on the advent of the frozen food industry in the 1930s! Such a fun topic!) :-)