Photo: Alice Heun: Barn and Cows, 1934. by americanartmuseum, Smithsonian American Art Museum, creative commons, flickr
note: This is a true account of life on a small Missouri farm during the Great Depression, as told by Letty Owings, age 87. It is a description of two precise arts. Other examples of precise arts include quilting, weaving, and canning.
Lye Soap and Apple Butter
Two labor-intensive jobs that the adults did every Fall was to prepare the lye soap and the apple butter. Each family prepared its own supply of these two staples, and the supply had to last the whole year. Equipment was essential for these jobs. For the apple butter, the large iron kettle had to be copper lined so that the apple butter did not stick or burn. For the soap, a large iron kettle was used.
The apple butter kettle was passed down through the generations. If a family did not have an apple butter kettle, they shared with another family. Newly married couples inherited a kettle and when a farmer died and the farm was to be dissolved, there was always much discussion about who was going to get the apple butter kettle.
The apple butter was cooked over a fire with a long-burning wood, and so that the person stirring could withstand the heat, she used a stirrer that was very long- five feet or so. Kids never did the stirring or the stoking of the fire, for fear of scalding or burns. My mother did the stirring, and there was a very specific rhythm to it: right side-left side- middle. The rhythm prevented any sticking and ensured consistency and taste. One part was never stirred more than the other. Each woman had her own recipe of spices and sugar in specific ratios that had also been handed down through generations like the kettle.
Photo by vastateparksstaff on flickr
Farming women set aside three days for the apple butter. The first day was for peeling, the second day was for cooking and the third was for canning. There was always talk about whose apple butter was better and every woman believed her apple butter was the best. Apple butter was a staple and making apple butter in the fall was a matter of pride for each family. The women always wore sun bonnets to stir the apple butter because a tan was considered ugly. Women covered their arms to prevent any burns from splattering. The men built the fire and set the kettle in place, but the women peeled the apples and did the stirring. On the third day, my mother put the apple butter into jars with snap-on lids, boiled the jars and covered the lids with sealing wax. On apple butter days I would run home real fast to watch.
Like apple butter, the lye soap making was both art and ritual, and it was done individually, not communally. Soap was made in a large iron kettle over an outside fire, and a long stirrer was used. Women took great pride in their soap and there was always the exchange among neighbors, “What is your soap like?” My mother saved animal fat from the butchering and this was the basis for the soap. She added lye and stirred to a precise consistency. This was important because she needed to be able to pour, cool and then slice the soap into bars.
The soap had a neutral, clean smell, and the goal was to make the soap as white as possible. The browner the soap, the less respect others had for the soap and for the soap maker. There was great pride in the soap quality and in how nice the cut was, and how pretty the bars. The lye soap lasted all year, and we used it to hand wash everything. I had my own little washboard, that I got for Christmas.
A great deal of expertise went into soap cooking. My mother was an artist and a designer who was an excelled at sewing and quilt making, and these talents carried over into her soap and apple butter making as well as canning. Today apple butter does not taste the same, probably because the apples have changed and because it is difficult to duplicate the unique and wonderful taste of apple butter that is made over an open fire. We ate our apple butter on cornbread. I assumed that cornbread came over from the old country in Germany where my ancestors came from, but I learned much later that cornbread was an American addition.
Note:
Saponification is a process that produces soap, usually from fats and lye. In technical terms, saponification involves base (usually caustic soda NaOH) hydrolysis of triglycerides, which are esters of fatty acids, to form the sodium salt of a carboxylate. In addition to soap, such traditional saponification processes produces glycerol. “Saponifiable substances” are those that can be converted into soap.[1]





30 Comments

Lye Soap.
Apple Butter mixed with Peanut Butter. Good stuff.
‘Oh Mrs. O’Malley, down in the valley, had trouble with her ears.
So she washed them with a little lye soap, and hasn’t heard a word in years.’
Lyrics to a song heard many moons ago.
Must be rather strong stuff.
Thanks C-S, and recommended
Thanks, C-S. Bonnets were worn to keep faces white, and the reasons were not for beauty’s sake in my family. The writer noted that apples are different, and it’s true. In apples, like many other crops, concentration on the variety that sells best has made our staples less tasty, while rendering them less resistant to diseases.
Hilarious!
Apple butter is amazing stuff. My mother made it up until a couple of years ago- She taught my son to make it. It is the kind of thing where you take your finger and run it around the rim and the edge of the lid after the jar is empty to get the last bit. That said, Letty is right: Apple butter is not what it used to be. The apples have changed.
LOL, yes! Fred and I recently found ourselves looking for just plain good clean pure soap without all the junk. We found the castille soap (inexpensive, BTW). I am not sure if it was a hot-process or a cold-process soap, but we found it to be very good. I love coconut, and the soap we found had a slight coconut scent.
Thank you for stopping by and for the rec- hope everything is all right. Hard to believe another year has passed, you know…
Interesting with the bonnets. Women were very careful about any sun exposure. Now it seems we go overboard to sport a tan.
Apples have changed. Kind of like the tomatoes- tomatoes in the store are pretty enough, just like the apples, but many seem like stand-ins for the real thing- something is missing. Sad.
When taking kids camping we discovered Dr. Bonner’s castille soap, check it out, even can use as bug repellent.
http://www.drbronner.com/
sorry to plug a product, but biodegradable and pure, for all that the container is covered with nutcase dialogue.
I love castille soap. I use it to make my laundry detergent with washing soda and borax. Works well, and is way cheap.
Thanks for the post.
I will plug this SE Pennsylvania family-owned small business that makes fruit and vegetable butters– http://www.baumanfamily.com
Oh, wow.
My mom used to send me off to my great-grandparents’ farm over the summer and some weekends in the fall. My great-grandfather always used donkeys and mules – he didn’t trust gas-powered tractors. He’d let me sit beside him on his ancient wood and hand-forged metal tractor that was pulled by an animal.
My main job was gathering eggs every morning (the chickens lived in a big, dilapidated barn, and they were mean little bantie hens who would pack me for stealing their eggs), picking peas (I remember being stung by sweat bees doing that) and shelling peanuts. Peanut time was fun. We were told to just let the shells fall on the floor, which always seemed so weird to me.
No problem, don’t see it as plugging a specific brand so much as the pure soap aspect. When we got the pure soap, it was kind of funny. My hands were so clean, for example, that I could not move the ‘mouse’ cursor on the touch pad- my finger slid right over the pad, and I had to wet it a bit to get the cursor to move- if that makes sense.
Oh, yes, a bit of borax and pure soap- nothing cleaner. So much better than the detergents. I use the pure soap for hand washables that I really care about.
Some of the detergents, while cheap, don’t get things really clean and I end up spending more money in the long run.
Thanks, I did find we had to have biodegradable for some camping sites, and there weren’t many choices back in the 60′s.
Oh my goodness, can you imagine how good that Pennsylvania Dutch apple butter must be! This looks fabulous, and I really wish that we would see a comeback of small businesses like this one. Never in a thousand years will you find this stuff at Walmart. I got apple butter from Walmart a while back, but it was just not anything like what I remember from my own childhood when my mother continued her mother’s tradition.
I’ll bet their cider is to die for.
I have hulled peas, and talk about work. You start with a great big huge pile of peas that looks like it is enough to feed an army and then several hours later you have a huge pile of hulls and only a small cup of peas…but so worth it. Just like candy.
Nothing in the world like fresh eggs from the chicken house, so fresh you cannot boil them, because it is almost impossible to peel a fresh boiled egg. Sigh, well. Haven’t had one in a long time. Neighbors up the street have hens and sell fresh eggs. One of these days we will treat ourselves.
Peanuts sound very interesting and fun! I have no experience or family history with them. My grandparents (Letty’s parents) gathered walnuts. Black walnuts. I can still remember the distinct taste.
Did you ever break an egg by accident when you gathered eggs? For some reason the chickens will fight over a broken egg, to eat it. Don’t know why that is.
I see that 80% of the country is in drought conditions. Here in rural NW PA I’m going to county fairs, and visiting side of the road booths with home made veggie and fruit products, and will be stocking up.
Their plum, apple, and apricot butters are to die for. Definitely worth a trip to this quaint place. I savor their butters for several months until I can get back there. I have strawberry-rhubarb, apricot, and plum awaiting winter’s arrival now. Oh yeah, on the cider!!!
Wow! Their products look awesome!
Then is Letty your aunt or your mom?
C-S, I really love reading Letty’s stories. Is there a book growing?
I believe the Amish still make these things. The spices for the apple butter include cinnamon, cloves and allspice, according to one site.
One Mennonite community we visited had beautiful canned goods- butters and jams.
Amish-Mennonite wiki:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amish_Mennonite
The Amish are known, of course, for their spectacular quilts.
Thank you, greenwarrior. At this point, there has been a suggestion from one person in the family about having the beautiful stories bound in some way. We will see how it goes.
At any rate, the history is absolutely fascinating. One thing Letty emphasizes from that time was the community effort and involvement in most aspects of daily living that we have lost today. It would be nice if we could return to some of that- people and families helping each other.
Thank you so much for stopping by, much appreciated.
I hope a book comes out of it.
How are you related to Letty?
The apple butter and peanut butter combination sandwiches was something the cooks at the elementary school I went to would make for us kids as an afternoon snack.
Sorry, I overlooked this. Letty is my mother!
This sounds really good!
No, I never broke an egg that I remember! I mostly remember the 1950-1960 washing machine that my great-grandfather got for my great-grandma back in the day that she wanted nothing to do with (they never even got electricity all the way to 1990! (The damn washing machine just sat on the porch all those decades!) and getting pecked by hens in the outhouse and while getting eggs, and getting stung by sweat bees while picking veggies.
Re the apples — reminds me of Nanny and her apple trees and philosophy in Barbara Kingsolver’s Prodigal Summer. I loved that book. I loved Nanny. Her neighbor was a cantankerous old man who sprayed pesticides, whereas she wanted everything to grow naturally and wanted all the bugs and their balance and gifts. Her orchard would come up with new varieties of apples all on its own that way, new tastes. Meanwhile her neighbor in his own scientific 4-H way was trying to bring back American chestnut trees. They ended up giving to each other.
Dr. Bronner’s grandson, David Bronner, was just in a two-part interview on Democracy Now:
http://www.democracynow.org/2012/5/15/magic_soap_maker_david_bronner_on
and I see on searching there that he got arrested in June for demonstrating for hemp legalization outside the White House:
Good guy!
My mom’s side of the family held onto their wringer washer forever — it really did get clothes cleaner than the modern ones, I was amazed. My cousin was able to special order a new one as late as the 1970s. I wish I had one.