Apples are plentiful in the orchard right now and we are drying them for fried pies in the winter. Daddy, whose way is the right way, showed us how to peel an apple so the peeling stays in one long piece. Mama told us an old superstition to give us more reason to learn Daddy's way.
"If you peel an apple without breaking the long ribbon of peel, then throw it over your shoulder, it will land in the shape of the initial of the man you'll marry." Maybe we didn't throw carefully enough, it seems that we'll all marry men whose names start with 'C' or another initial we couldn't decipher.
Daddy brought us some pieces of roofing tin. We washed them well. When the tin dried, we spread the apples which we'd cored and cut into 1/4 inch thick slices and dipped in a solution of vinegar and water, not having any lemon juice, to keep them from turning brown. We covered them with a layer of cheesecloth to keep off bugs. Daddy put them on the roof of the wheat house shed to dry in the sun. We bring them in at evening before the dew falls.
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