History is elusive to the true believing Organicker


… And in places like Mooney’s Market circa 1920 and 1939, Palmerton, Pa. To whom do these simpletons think farmers sold their food?




A&P NYC 1936


Then there’s these two excerpts from an 1872 book by Daniel Mc Cabe, Lights and Shadows of New York Life

With the first light of dawn, and frequently long before the darkness has passed away, the market farmers and gardeners of Long Island and New Jersey crowd the boats with their huge wagons heavily loaded with vegetables and fruits for the city markets.

The stock seems immense, but it disappears rapidly.  Fruits command high prices in New York, but sell readily.  The market is very rarely overstocked.  The same may be said of vegetables.  Good vegetables are always in demand.  Those who furnish pure, fresh vegetables and meats are sure of a prosperous trade, but the amount of tainted wares of this kind disposed of daily is surprising.  Nothing is lost here.  Everything finds a purchaser.



5 thoughts on “History is elusive to the true believing Organicker”

  1. But it is so much more poetic to believe that “all the food … was in homes, gardens, local fields and forests.” Even if that is total bullshit.

  2. I have “the Grocer” from 1847: http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2005692184/

    1920: http://www.loc.gov/item/thc1995000520/PP/ Americans were all totally skinny before teh GMOs, too–as you can see.

    Do they actually think they are fooling people? Or worse, do they actually believe that before 1946 everyone grew their own food? That’s delusional. But based on some of the other claims they make, it wouldn’t surprise me if they thought so. They have this sepia-toned image of history–before refrigeration, before food safety regulations–that’s just bizarre to me.

    As far as I know, my family never saw a farm after the potato famine. And that’s the way they liked it. Famine sucks..

  3. The weekly/monthly farmer’s market. Most people DID grow at least some of their own food … my grandparents certainly did. It was considered a little odd (or careless) not to have enough food to last the winter in storage.
    Interesting stories from that time. My Mom told me growing up that Grandma simply would not buy a chicken if it was dead. The “chicken guy” would come to the door with a wagon full of chickens. She would pick one out (a healthy looking one!) and he would kill it for her, hand it to her to clean, and take the money.
    You might think that was gross, but for Grandma, it was more like, “How do you know it was a good chicken if it was already cleaned?”. Grandma had her own chickens too, for the daily eggs and eating leftovers.
    So yeah, it was never “either/or”. In big cities there were markets. In small town there were markets. And also people grew their own. But everyone was way more “connected” to their food than these days, where a lot of kids don’t even know how to cook a vegie or where and egg comes from!

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