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Living With The Chickens
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Living With The Chickens |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
As I grew up I had no idea we were so poor I always had new clothes..Mom made them at night From old clothes from a barrel that seemed to runneth over With things I thought grew for me as it got light So many times the cupboards looked bare to me But never did a meal time go by and we were hungery She seemed to get things into that pot that I didn't see We played the naming game for each meal, boy were some funny Grand Dad said we could have some land and build our own home But we didn't have any place to live as they worked on it Dad even thought of a tent but it would be too cold After a lot of thought a bright idea to the grown-ups hit Gramp's raised chickens from egg to the table He had a hatchery in a big cement block building One big room, one door, two windows in front, livable Mom said we could "make do" and this is where we are settling A table-of-sorts was for pump, pan for sink, bucket for drain A curtain all around and the kitchen was born, LP cook stove Six chairs and table, then right behind was a couch, rocker to arrange One half of our home was ready and decorated with love The "bedrooms" were on the other side and it won't take long A double bed for Mom and Dad up front then dressers to divide One set of bunk beds, upstairs for two boys, down for two girls, night to dawn Between both rooms was a pot belly stove for heat and warm our behind We had to share our new home with three incubators When the time came they had to be pulled out a ways Filled with beautiful white eggs that road on warm revolving beds We'd take turns at the peek hole in wonder to gaze Mostly in the middle of the night we would start to hear them Funny how much noise with the breaking of the shells those chicks made And the peeping inside that huge nest made our sleep time slim Thank heavens hatching was only twice a year, even then hard to take At Easter Gramp's did something special at least in those days He put special eggs in the incubator and took extra care Just before Easter day the eggs hatched. What beauty met our gaze Little fuzzy chicks in many colors, pink, blue, green, oh so rare In a way we were sad to leave our little hatchery house The new one was huge and we had rooms with doors and closets An inside bathroom and water from faucet..cute as a mouse It was so quiet our voices echoed but we had memories no regrets |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Mother Earth, Cute story enjoyed every bit. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
I love chickens...but then I've never lived with them. This is so sweet! |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
M_E, What wonderful memories you have. Sometimes when we have the least material things, those are the times we have the most loving treasures. Some of my fondest memories are from when my husband and I first started out. We had barely anything except each other. I'd give anything to go back to the simple days. Thank you for sharing. This was lovely.  LW All writing comes |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
And what wonderful memories to have to hold always in the heart. Love is what makes a house sing, and be happy. I bet that old hatchery never had it so good, to own a soul of love...gentle smile |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MotherEarth~ I just LOVE this ! ! Beautifully told from the storehouse of memories. Life has given us some of the most wonderful snapshots for sharing. Thank you for sharing a page in your album. Tee-Hee ... a page in your albumen ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Big Smiles.... |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
Seymour, JLR, Lone Wolf, Logan, Marge, and Sunshine, I thank you all for the kind words and also for some of your memories. The older I get the more I remember about the great days of yester-years. |
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