Daughter Likens Strawberries to "Demanding Mistress"
Doris soon learned the meaning of “stoop labor” from long early mornings picking berries. When it was cold her mother put a pan of hot water out to warm numb frozen fingers. Doris called strawberries narcissistic because of the care they needed. She later wrote, “Like a homely, demanding mistress they wouldn’t let you off the hook.” Runners had to be cut off and weeds pulled. As the last row was hoed, it was time to start over again on the first row. Then there were the insects. Root weevils devoured the plants from the bottom, spittle bugs from the top. Slugs, earwigs, ants and birds took their share of the crop. The large, luscious berries became forbidden fruit reserved for buyers, leaving the family only the half-eaten berries the bugs and critters left behind. Doris was thankful when her Dad took a job in a saw mill. Source: Hubbard, Doris W. Widow Makers and Rhododendrons: Loggers--The Unsung Heroes of World War II. Central Point: Hellgate Press, 2000. 17-27. Print.