Beautiful day, sunny, warm, 67 no wind. Sue home, didn't feel good. I washed, covered three windows with plastic, cracked nuts, picked up a few, all there was (from the butternut tree at the bottom of the hill). Had letter from Gerald and Mary Ann. David started work for Carpenters at Gilboa.
Comment: Butternuts were tough to crack. I watched my Dad set them vertically on the bottom of an old flat iron and hit the tip with a hammer and it would split down the middle and the nut meats could be easily picked out. A very smooth and yep, buttery taste..
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