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Harvesting Pumpkins

Harvesting Pumpkins From villages in Iowa, Indiana, Minnesota and Nebraska and from towns in the Dakotas, Wisconsin and Michigan, there stream to Chicago in spring parades of lithe girls looking for boys who will look at them but who find instead men who will wine them through summer, who will wait until fall to thresh in the fields one summer can ripen, men who will watch till a pumpkin falls from the vine. This is the courtship village girls dream of, laugh about, hope for. Come fall, these are the men who fill silos of girls from Elkhart and Davenport, Ely and other small places, lithe girls who in spring come to Chicago looking for boys who will look at them but who find instead the reapers, the men. Donal Mahoney

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Date: 4/11/2010 1:07:00 PM
I was one of those girls from N. Dak. but I didn't go away to find him. He was my home grown boy. I got a kick out of this however. Love, Joyce
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Date: 4/11/2010 1:07:00 PM
And by the way. My mama called me pumpkin. Joyce
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