By the American standards.
But they rush is on homebound of workers from the streets of every city town
and Hamlet. But Jane and John Doe's of the workaday world.
All of them made given by thoughts of home and
that looking ahead to dinner leaving their eyes out at the other end of town
that hustle
and bustle time to the climax of the day for Mrs house was she whips up the vet of
a family that most soon be young.
From work and play.
This kind of life.
Why don't the phones now.
You just know it's getting close nosebag time for here comes the Star Boarder
nothing but a junior away from that sand lot ball game but in.
The Enter boy hollering for help
that song right here
here said What you got an amount to
do you hear it roasted my boy just no good to read along get ready for dinner.
Oh I see your father be here any minute
and Congress Cheney
and of Mary Butler know her appetite appeal.
It's Delmonte early garden peas tonight.
And when those succulent green gems go on the table as a party to that roast.
Well can't you just smell it.
Don't know if that for a king
or a baseball game too much data where we can slow the speeding up in mid-air like
any home run.
I made one right after
more than well you got recommand five after that night. So I'm home.
I've been doing man. Spike Mark.
You may chase that baseball around the sad lot make you out like hungry.
Start helping daddy don't want you to know now. Now children.
It's probably a good thing. One got into direct effects from the little yes
and we have to use a take it just like the coming out off you go one up where we
had to wait till they were in season price grab the gun and.
I'm fresh from that to bring attention away.
Captain up you can hear him having to make sure you know you really want to know
after dinner.
We'll get the big one the PA cannot tell you the whole story.
That is little girl right
here
and you know
I was a boy we had a small vegetable garden not far from the kitchen door one piece
when seasoned mother used to let me out to pick them.
Sheehan your Aunt Carrie used to share them by hand
and now days think how much easier it is why we can have fresh peas any day in the
year grown especially for canning on great farms like
that down below edged around by a
checkerboard of golden green fields and yellow green corn other P.C.
Ills of the Midwest part of America's great the growing region much of this fertile
soil as another favorite Fear Agent is now farmed by Del Monte plant planted to
bring each bill to perfection in proper succession
that canning may continue in full swing rhythm throughout the season here during
the Blackhawk war a trio of famous men Abraham Lincoln Zachary Taylor
and Jefferson Davis gathered together in council on a piece of land is now farmed
by Del Monte who could have foreseen in that.
Distant hour at the rolling prairie Isabella No I would one day become this lush
green God. In the towns that dot the countryside.
Breeze of social and economic life that hinges on the harvest
and canning of vegetables for the market baskets of the world.
As the season nears conversation on every hand turns to one major question.
How is the fact this year.
When the parts are well filled and the Harvest heavy there's work for everyone
and community prosperity.
From the surrounding fields endless truckloads of peas harvested just at the
instant nature says Ready converge on big galleries like this one located at
strategic points. Wherever the peas grow best.
Long before the vines in the fields poked their tendrils above ground Don't muddy
field men were busy on soil tests fertilization selection of seed
and painstaking soil preparation.
Lending every scientific aid to develop the finest piece
that can be grown for its in the field and in the field alone that quality is made.
Now with the vines full grown every safeguard is taken to protect
that quality right into the care every field must be cut.
When the peas are just so. Timing counts and how one hour too early or too late.
And that prime comma day may be lost forever.
Comes the Zero Hour
and harvesting began the Peas in Their parts are just busting their buttons with on
the minute freshness. There is not an hour to lose
and the more his move in to capture that June morning flavor right off the vine.
There is no twiddling thumbs when nature is the time keeper.
From the minute the field tracker gives his go ahead.
It's a race of men and machines against time.
It's a chain of many links this harvest job.
Each dependent on the other if only one machine fails the chain is broken.
The old canning sequence thrown. Out of stride.
When the vines are covered with you and the paths are crisp and snappy
when the peas are at their peak. That's when the more goes to town.
I tailing it way down the prepared to cheers off each vine like Barber Clippers on
the back of your neck. And then like a juggler
that does a different trick with either hand roll them into tidy windrows ready for
the loading crews
that follow right behind with train schedule precision the loaders fall right on
the heels
or rather the Clippers of the morning machine parts are still crisp with you as
that venerable farm to the pitchfork began to question them on the wagon.
Relentlessly the wagon trains move down the windrows pictures on either side
holding a steady pace to keep in motion the rhythmic cycle from cutting to canning
there's no stop sign for these men until the wagons are loaded
and if you've never worked on a farm just try
that on your sake Royer.
But maybe this type of Pitchfork is more to your liking fast mechanical loaders to
speed up the harvest on big farms like this.
Straddling the rose so as not to injure the pod it carries its own passport to any
spot in the field its endless grapplers gentle as a kitten pick up the vines take
them for an escalator ride and toss them lightly on to them both more
and more Delmarva uses such high speed equipment to step up to harvest pace to
safeguard that distinctive quote of a down market demands in P.S.
For Del Mar De Matha like Del Monte man must lead in the march of progress.
Loaded now looking like a parade of grey green circus elephants linked to tail a
wagon train lumbers across the fields to. Vining station.
For the next chapter of the progress.
Hour after hour the loaded wagons roll up to the Viners those shiny cylinders
that look like aluminum very schooners the Vining station is the heartbeat of the
harvest a teeming beehive of men and machinery
that does what the House by it used to do by hand shell the peas this machine the
planting slow costly hand methods really put America into the people's nest in a
big way.
What happens inside the Vyner is much the same as if you tossed the people out in
the air and gave it a firm whack with a flat fado inside divider huge paddles
that had just the right angle smack each mass of falling parts in vines the air
inside each part is compressed by the blow the part burst open at the seams
and the tender P.S.
Burst out just as permanent injured as though you were chosen by hand.
And so the harvest job goes on often through the night.
There's only one moment in the life of every piece The old
when Nature says now is the time to act and be at dawn or midnight.
That's the instant Delmonte man spring into action.
Only such vigilance can capture the tenderness
and flavor for which the Del Monte label always stand.
Short moments away from the harvest fields the peas arrive at the cannery where
they wonder perhaps what are these fellows doing.
But they'll have to get used to constant inspection by the time they're ready for
the shiny tin
that the other end of the cannery they will be the most scrutinized piece in the
world.
Here is the dispatch room
that starts the pieces over the packing line from here on every P.C.
Will pass through test after test elimination after elimination until at the end
only the very primaries will have wonders.
Purrs for the Del Monte early got in fact from start to finish.
It's every pee for himself and only the fit survive.
Chapter one in the cannery story is the shaker cleaner a cute gadget with a
movement like a rum but that's only more of it.
The peas dance along until they find a convenient little man hold a drop through on
any part. Them's or bits of vine get shouted onto a side track.
This is just a sort of warmer upper those presents enough and yet.
Now the pc's to be landlubbers and turn into long distance swimmers
and water dunking in the river water they shoot the chutes in clean fresh water so
regulated that P.S. Pass over while heavier matter is trapped in the ripples.
Then they get taken for a ride by a spiral conveyor
that boosts them along to a rotary washer being heavier than water these things to
the bottom bits of stems leaves or skins are skimmed off the top by now Mr
and Mrs P. Began to think life in a cannery is one long Saturday night.
In the rotary washer they take a scrubbing like a small boy whose folks are
expecting company if he's had ears this washer would get behind them
and that's no bull
and the next operation gives two things an elevator
ride
and a bubble bath as the piece travel up a pipe conveyer to the top floor of the
cannery the water that carries them is bubbled to constantly by a stop
and go surge of water every little piece goes to the top in a bit over foam
and gets a shampoo in the bargain.
The water separator dreams the pieces
that at the same time eliminates loose skin and broken pieces.
Now here's real magic the Colossus greater and what's like.
Handstands it does up to this point pieces of every size are mixed together like a
herd of sheep but that's no goal when you're after flavor.
It takes care of all blending of just the right sizes to give
that natural June morning taste so characteristic of the early garden blend.
No one size or serve a piece can do it alone.
No hit or miss assortment of sizes can do it either.
So let's see what goes into the Del Mar the early garden plan.
Please please sit for their portraits just as they came off the vines a jumbled
collection of mixed up sizes.
Many of them just don't have what it takes for Delmonte.
So let's put them through the greater and sot them into their respective sizes.
Now as peas grow in size their flavor undergoes mark changes.
These two young fellows are we can watery flavor hasn't yet had a chance to develop
so Delmonte says to go as peas approach old age their sugars
change to start. So these overgrown ones hard
and starchy their flavor gone are ruled out too.
It's the blending of those in between sizes that gives the true natural flavor
and that's exactly what Del Monte takes for its early garden blend the pick of the
part.
Yeah I guess that's what it takes a good Why of course you know I can hear my
mother now feel the pots on she'd say take just the best one so widely
get a little black ones that had no flavor and the big old ones that were hard
and starchy and take just the prime bump one like they do with
that cannery Were they good.
Yes or those peas we had and I just like all.
Yes that's one important key. To Del Monte flavor.
They Colossus greater at one fell swoop unravels those mixed up sizes
and catalogues them for blending the little ones first.
The big ones last and there you are so far so good.
Are preserved nicely segregated into proper sizes.
But now another say God The quantity greater gives them a double check for prime
perfection and it's continue with brine bath
and a hard start cheapies sink to the bottom like pebbles in a dust path.
The tender sweet ones being of life a specific gravity.
Bob up to the task and travels with Lee on to further proving grounds.
Still the elimination race goes on from the Court of the greater the P's travel on
the white conveyor about where shot fired experts armed with automatic pickers are
on the alert for broken
or discovered days this is just one more safeguard to the
quantity of that early garden Glenn.
After this careful working over but please roll off the belt.
And into Harper's that channel them into the blending glue.
These bring together pieces of the selected sizes. Not too young.
Not too old but just those exactly right in between sizes to produce
that natural delicate right off the vine flavor.
There's no hit or miss no guesswork in that famous Delmonte pack.
And the selected middle sizes come together in the final blend you'll get a balance
of the finest flavor ever captured from a garden on a joy jewel morning.
Up to this point it has been a long series of called tubs
and showers for those past traveling P.S.
Now in this long cylinder the Blancher they take their first hot water plan.
Winding up a cleaning job that started way. Back at the other end of the cannery.
And then just as you do when your own child of a morning.
Please jump under
that last cold spray on the shaker washer by now every one of those ambitious
young peas knows it's been blesses
and no mistake about it Comes now the final audio a
rigid inspection of a broken pieces
or discolored specimen of a pea can get by this gauntlet of shots fired eliminators
it can throw out its chest and say I am a world champion. I made good.
Why all this trouble all this comes to the inspection the careful selection
and painstaking elimination because Delmonte is determined
that any product under its label will be the best that nature science man
and machines combined can produce that's the answer.
These are the prime days of the harvest skillfully blended to produce
that succulent right from the garden flavor uniform in color uniformly tender as
perfect as nature could make them at the last laugh now
and those tender pea like a Jew.
Morning beginning at two through a window are lined up at attention awaiting their
turn at the filling machine.
Just before the fill each can get a cleansing blast of live steam Canning is a fast
tempo climax that happens faster than you can say dominate
and the filling machine little less than human fills each can at the rapid fire
rate of three to the second than away very much like an endless parade of proud tin
soldiers into the automatic sealer work after crimped on
and the ready for the cookers huge pressure cookers checked
and checked again by rigid time and temperature controls.
Only a short while before the peas inside those cans were growing in the fields.
And a man's language that's prevalent.
Such as the story of Del Monte P..
A story of quality started long before the seeds themselves were planted in the
soil acorn of a nurtured in the fields by scientific conservation improved in the
cannery by careful selection and exacting supervision
and made available under the famous Delmonte label to housewives everywhere from
field to cannery it's one continuous cycle of unremitting care of man methods
and machines all dedicated to one idea that their own money pees shall be none
but the pick of the pot.