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Why did the chicken really cross the road? Probably to avoid the frying pan. This month’s collection of nostalgia includes two memorable chicken incidents and a link to poultry recipes we think you’ll love. Another down-on-the-farm story about a tractor with a mind all its own should have you chuckling as well. As always, feel free to forward our newsletter on to a friend or family member. If this newsletter was forwarded to you and you’d like a copy of your own each month, just clink this link to sign up yourself. —John Burlingham at Reminisce ##\keycode.pscopyhtml##
In this issue: Unforgettable Fashions
—Eleanor Collie, Canyon Lake, Texas Click here to see other Pictures from the Past. Cheeky Chickens for EasterBy Ed Bozymski
A year or two after the end of World War II, our parents took my brother and me to buy new shoes for Easter. As an added incentive to shop at Liberty Shoe Store in Mansfield, Ohio, a baby chick was offered with every pair of shoes purchased. We considered our chicks to be pets, but they turned out to be much more than that. When they grew to be roosters, they became as protective as guard dogs. Unfortunately, they were very discriminating. The only person they attacked was our older brother. There was no way our brother was going to get into the house via the backyard. A couple years later, our pet roosters disappeared. Dad suggested that the local eccentric, who lived in a shack near the railroad tracks, probably stole the roosters. It wasn’t until two years later that we learned the real fate of the roosters. They had become Sunday dinner for a large, hungry farm family—ours! Stirring Up Memories
I was a mess sergeant in the 113th Cavalry during World War II, and one time we were issued chickens that looked like leghorns. As you may know, leghorns are very small chickens. When we served hotcakes for breakfast, I told the cooks not to do away with the leftover batter. For dinner that night, we added ingredients to the batter, dipped the chicken in it and deep-fried it. When the chicken pieces came out of the fryer, they all looked like big pieces. When the troops bit into it, they had to take a couple of bites before they hit meat! —Robert Bretz For a more conventional recipe for fried chicken, click here or on the picture to make Honey-Glazed Chicken or browse other chicken recipes. Tractor was a Sight to Behold — and Control!By Bill Larmore I was 7 years old in 1924 when I first heard our neighbor Jim Engle’s new Fordson tractor rumbling down the graveled road toward our Georgia farmhouse in Dalonega County, bellowing like a mad Irish bull and sounding like it was in the mood to dig up the world. The only other tractor I knew in our area was Mr. Lowenberg’s old McCormick Deering, and it sounded like it could just barely pull its own weight. I sloshed the last bit of hog-sooey-slop into the trough for our barnyard pigs and lit out for the road. When I saw the gleaming gray monster—with two great, red-cleated, iron rear wheels and two smaller steer wheels—it was just thundering across the railroad track. Jim Engle, owner of the biggest farm up the road and the father of my current heartthrob Clara, was at the steering wheel of the wonderful machine. To my eyes, having this tractor and Clara both made him the hero of the universe. My mother, who had come to stand by me and watch, didn’t think the scene was really all that wonderful. “Jim Engle,” she said, “is just out boogering around on that thing to show all us poor folks around here how rich he is, the old coot!” Dad, who’d finished the milking and feeding of the cows, had also come to be with us and enjoy the sight. He agreed with Mama. What none of us knew right then was the tractor really had Mr. Engle. Right in front of our yard was an entry into our “west 40” hayfield, the lane secured by a heavy wooden gate that was latched tightly with baling wire. That was where Clara’s father decided to turn around for his trip back home and show off to Dad when he saw us watching him. He turned the roaring monster into our field entry and was faced with the gate. All of his recent tractor training deserted him and he instead remembered his many years of experience with his great Belgian workhorses. He started yanking on the steering wheel and yelling, “Whoa! Dad-gum-it! I said whoa!” The tractor paid him no mind and thundered through our gate with pieces of board and baling wire flying everywhere and was way out in our field before Mr. Engle got control of it. The gate was smashed to flinders! Our proud neighbor never replaced the gate or even mentioned it again, but he did take Clara and I on a lot of great rides together on the Fordson, and neither of us could have been happier. Mama spat every time she saw a tractor, but Dad came out pretty well. He always said that seeing a smart aleck get his comeuppance was well worth the price of a new gate. Over the Back FenceAmusing morsels and bits of wisdom overheard and read here and there. Pointed Question: What do you get when you cross a mosquito with a bee? You get stung coming and going.
Inventive Lesson: A college student challenged a senior citizen, saying it was impossible for the older generation to understand his. “You grew up in a different world,” the student said. “Today we have television, jet planes, space travel, nuclear energy and computers.” Taking advantage of a pause in the student’s litany, the senior said, “You’re right. We didn’t have those things when we were young, so we invented them! What are you doing for the next generation?” Losing Proposition: Dieters are people who get up in the morning and say, “Mirror, mirror, on the dresser, do I look a little lesser?” Time Capsule TriviaFeeling “quizzical?” How about taking a quiz on 1950s TV quiz shows and game shows? Just match the description with the show from the list below (to make it tougher, we’ve included more show names than descriptions). Click the Web link below for the answers, but no peeking!
Click here for the answer to Time Capsule Trivia. A Thought to RememberDon’t let yesterday use up too much of today. |
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