My name is Marjorie St. Marie, and I was a farmerette. I live in London now. My maiden name was Prowse.
My first time at Farmerette Camp was in August 1943, and I was not quite sixteen years old I could not go to the government-run camp so I went to a private one at St. Catharines. We slept in bunk beds in a big circus tent.
The following year I went to Beamsville, Ontario, to the government run one for two months. There, we slept in Quanset huts, which were very much shaped like igloos. Both years we picked mainly peaches, climbing up on stepladders to reach the higher branches. Although it was quite hard work, we enjoyed the comradeship of the other girls.
We were picked up by farmers in their trucks in the morning and returned in the afternoon. In our time off on Sundays and Saturdays, we used to hitch hike to Niagara Falls and the surrounding area, and it was very easy because we wore our farmerette badges and everybody recognized them and gave us a ride.
All in all, it was quite an experience, and one that I wouldn't have missed for the world.