Note found in Dorothea's files:
I attended a one room country grades school, district 37 in Marion County. Besides the school building there was an open shed for horses and two outhouses.
We were taught to eat everything in our lunch pail, whether we liked it or not, or give an accounting when we got home.
I did not like fresh pears. They were plentiful in the fall. One day I decided to dispose of the pear where no one would know that I had not eaten it.
That evening at home big sister Darlene said she had looked into the toilet hole and saw a perfectly good pear. Folks only had to look at my face to know who didn't eat their pear for lunch.
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