Letters Group #-06-
Letter #-01-
published in the 1980s
by Edna Drexler


After my aunt, Ruth Komis, died in the fall of 2002, I found that she had collected and pasted so now very faded news clippings from the The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO, and pasted them on pages which she was keeping writings of her mother, Edna Drexler.
These documents are very difficult to read because they are so faded.
However, I have been retyping them into documents and making them available to other family members by posting them on this Internet page.
Many include memories from the very early 1900s of Scott City.
Submitted by Donald L Williams Poster-#-25-



Letter #-01- published in the 1980s by Edna Drexler

  • Letter to the Editor

    The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754

    Thursday, August 25

     

    Dear Editor:

    The blackberry season has come and gone, but it brings back memories of a blackberry picking in July 1905 when the town Fornfelt (Scott City) was called Edna. Blackberry bushes grew everywhere. All around town within walking distance you could pick enough berries for a pie. The favorite spot was a lane that led to the Krieger farm.

    The weather had been just right that year for the blackberries to grow big and sweet. Almost everyone liked blackberries in pies, jelly or preserves.

    In my neighborhood, my mother had been talking to the other women there about going blackberry picking somewhere. One woman said, “We can’t go to the Krieger lane as there would not be enough berries for all of us.”

    A man sitting on his porch, heard the women talking, and he wanted to help, so he offered his team of mules and wagon to go where they could find the berries. He could not make the trip, so he said they would have to find a driver. None of the women wanted to do the driving. I spoke up and said I would do the driving.

    I became the driver. The women, wearing bonnets, sat down on the floor of the wagon. I had to stand up to drive. The mules were old and did not want to move. Finally, they did go but very slowly.l We went down the quiet back roads and found plenty of berries. It was a hot and very slow trip but we all had fun.

    We had picked so many berries that after all the pies, there were plenty of berries for jelly and preserves. Some of the women did not know much about jelly making but they tried.

    I remember that although my mother was excellent at making jelly, she had more berries than she really wanted that time. Her friend just doubled over as she watched my mother make more and more jelly to use up all the berries she had picked.

    Sincerely,

    Edna Drexler

     



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