Daddy, did you have peas like this when you were little?
Yes, Lynn, we had peas that tasted just like these.
I used to go out in the garden, and pick them fresh for dinner.
Daddy, how do peas grow?
You really wanna know?
Uh huh!
Well, I'll tell ya.
After dinner, we'll get the big wonder book,
And I'll tell you the whole story.
You know, when I was a boy, we had a small vegetable garden
Not far from the kitchen door.
When peas were in season, mother used to send me out pick them.
She and your Aunt Carrie used to shell them by hand.
But nowadays, think how much easier it is.
Why, we can have fresh peas any day of the year!
[Scratching] Daddy, how do peas grow?
You really wanna know? Uh-huh. Well, I'll tell ya.
The pea fields of the Midwest.
Heart of America's great pea-growing region.
In the towns that dot the countryside,
Breathes a social and economic life
That hinges on the harvest and canning of vegetables
For the Market Baskets of the World.
For when the pods are well-filled,
And the harvest heavy,
There is work for everyone
And community prosperity.
Harvested just at the instant Nature says ready,
When the vines are covered with dew,
And the pods are crisp and snappy,
When the peas are at their peak,
That's when the mower goes to town.
One hour too early or too late,
And that prime quality may be lost forever.
It's a race of men and machines against time!
Lending every scientific aid to develop
The finest peas that can be grown.
For it's in the field,
And in the field alone,
That quality is made.
The wagon train lumbers across the field
To the vining station
For the next chapter
Of pea progress
This is just a sort of warmer-upper -
Those peas ain't seen nothin' yet!
Comes now the final ordeal.
It's every pea for himself,
And only the fit survive.
These two young fellows are weak and watery.
These overgrown ones, hard and starchy, their flavour gone,
Out you go!
[Scratching] Daddy, how do peas grow?
[Scratching] Daddy, how do they get in the can?
It's the last lap now, and those tender peas,
Like a June morning peeking at you through a window,
Are lined up at attention
Awaiting their turn at the filling machine.
Canning is a fast-tempoed climax,
That happens faster than a firm whack
With a flat paddle.
By now, every one of those ambitious young peas
Knows it's been places
And no mistake about it!
It can throw out its chest, and say:
I am a world champion!
The best that nature, science,
Men, and machines combined,
Can produce!
Uniform in colour,
Uniformly tender;
The finest flavour every captured
From a garden
On a dewy June morning.
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