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this is the perfect way to hide from the unwanted eye. So please help me out if you are one of the non-responders.
Thank you, in advance.....Ravelly Rhonda!!

Apr 14, 2014

Grandma, The Early Years - A True Story

Scampering up the trunk and branches of a China Berry tree to the roof of the house, "They're gone," Hertha (my grandma) shouted to her brothers and sisters as her parents rode out of sight in their wagon. Hertha jumped from the roof and ran to the chicken coop where her mom's setting hens were scratching around for corn kernels. Kenchion grabbed the axe while Clark (Stewie), Hertha and Rosa moved slowly towards an unfortunate hen.

In a cloud of dust plus a few scratches Stewie managed to grab the hen, placed her on the stump.... Poppa Abe used as a chopping block, and Kenchion swung the axe.

Quickly, the girls poured hot water over the body and began to pluck the feathers, loading said feathers into a bucket to be buried somewhere in the field. The job was messy and the smell of wet chicken feathers lingered in the air.

The hen was plucked, washed and cut up, Rosa began to melt the lard, season and flour the bird parts to be fried while Hertha (my grandma) got a big bowl down from the cupboard to bake a cake. Grandma had seen her mom make cakes on many occasions so she figured it would be easy. While the boys held the bowl Hertha (my grandma) began to add flour, eggs, salt, milk and a little too much sugar. "You put too much in, Hertha," Kenchion whined as his arms began to shake from the efforts of holding the bowl. Hertha shooed him to silence and carefully poured the too stiff mix into the cake pan.

Annie B. looked on in disapproval not liking the fact that she was too small to help. She couldn't understand why nobody would let her help and boldly stated that she was going to tell. Not a wise decision on her part as the other siblings turned to glare at her. Threats of being locked in the chicken coop or out in the barn with the horse and even worse locked in the outhouse convinced Annie B. that telling was not a good idea at all.

Rosa's chicken was frying up nicely while Hertha's cake smelled sweetly from the oven. Everyone's mouth began to water as the table was quickly set for the meal.

The kids all gathered around the table with Stewie heading the table. The chicken was tasty but the cake was way too sweet but no one complained, not even Annie B.

Bones, lard and any remains of the meal were fed to the hogs, slopping as it's known here in Texas. The kitchen was aired out and Annie B. was warned to keep her mouth shut once more as Poppa Abe and Great-grandma Dollie rounded the corner for home.

The next morning Great-grandma Dollie (Hertha's mom and my great-grandma)  was out in the coop rounding up eggs when she missed one of her setting hens. Puzzled, she asked the children about the hen's whereabouts...... with blank looks......no one knew anything, not even Annie B.

My grandma....

My grandma....

My grandma.......look at that innocent face...who would have guessed that in her youth the mischief she and her siblings got into.
If you've made it this far, you are in for a great give-away.
The other day I was looking through my UFOs and came across this rooster and nine chickens from my "Yard Birds" design.
 I'd already made a couple of quilts from my pattern so I don't remember what or why I had prepared these. They are only glued down with my favorite adhesive....Steam-a-Seam so all that's needed is for them to be sewn down.
Now, here's what's required to win them......you "must" be a FOLLOWER of my blog or become a FOLLOWER of my blog. That's it.
 Leave only 1 comment to say what you thought of grandma's colorful adventure in the kitchen & also in that same comment mention that you are a FOLLOWER or that you have just become a FOLLOWER.
I usually don't require that you follow when doing a give away but this is a special post for me.
I'll announce a winner at the end of the week.
One more thing.................
And finally, I've had to do another random pick for the "Kitty Cat" mug rug due to a non-comment, which means I had no way to notify the winner.
Here's the new winner
Congratulations to you. Just leave a comment so that we can get together via email.



Joyce Carter said...

Hi Rhonda. I am a follower via GFC/Bloglovin.
I absolutely love the adventure your grandma had in the kitchen--a very funny story. I could see it happening as I read. I imagine there are a lot more stories to be told just like that. But thinking back to the things me and my siblings did, there are also some that should never be shared. LOL Thank you so much for your giveaway.

Homemother said...

Hi Rhonda! I am a follower via Bloglovin. What a story! Your grandma and siblings were something else! I can imagine my father and his siblings doing some of the same mischief. For example, there was a story about the geese. My dad just laughs and says they were too busy to get into mischief! Right.

Gill said...

What a fabulous story Rhonda! just the sort of thing my Mum and her siblings would have done!
GFC follower!

Gene Black said...

Great story - I have too many ufos so I am not entering.

Kathy L said...

I am a follower and really enjoy your posts. Your gramma and her siblings sound like a lot of fun and very resourceful to have gotten away with such an elaborate caper. Maybe it runs in the family????

Laura said...

I follow you on bloglovin. Made me laugh. I wonder if their parents really did have an idea of where that chicken went.

Bonnie said...

Loved the story. Slopping the hogs isn't just a Texaa thing, we call it the same here in Iowa (at least on my dad's farm we did). I am a follower. All of your patterns are wonderful. Thanks for the chance to win.

Loree said...

Wow what a great story, I was ready for more. I just found your site today and joined. Can't wait to read more.

Vicki H said...

Hi Rhonda, you know I follow you with GFC. I love your story, how old was your grandma at that time? My mom had to take care of an older woman for a couple of days when she was just 12. The woman wanted chicken for dinner and mom had to go catch it, kill it and fry it up. I wouldn't even know where to start being a city girl all my life(57). I love stories like these.

Needled Mom said...

I can so relate to this story having grown up on a farm. Ahh...the mischief that we got into there.
I follow via GFC

lefuntz said...

Shame on them for including sweet Annie B in their mischief. Whose idea was it? Did they ever fess up? What a great family story! And I'll bet it was delicious too.

Pat said...

How lucky you are to have photos AND stories from years gone by and family members long-gone!!! I do follow your blog but...as with Gene, I also have so many UFO's that I will give up my chance to win to someone else. Love the blocks, though!

Jeanne Gwin said...
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Jeanne Gwin said...

Cluck Cluck Cluck Rhonda. Jeanne the Chicken Queen here. Count me in for your giveaway. We are hatching and selling baby chicks as fast as we can. there is nothing sweeter then going to the incubator and finding it full of fluffy little balls of cheepers. This is the first year we have had people on a waiting list and at this time have about 2500 more cheepers to hatch out. I loved your story. Reminded me of stories from my youth. Thanks for sharing your memories. I am an email follower and blog follower. Happy Easter friend.

Anonymous said...

I am a follower by e-mail. I LOVED this story about your grandmother. I wonder if any of them ever told what they had done. =) I have a few stories from my family, but not much about my grandmother, so I am envious of your knowledge. =) Love the chicken! These would go so nicely with some chickens I already made and haven't done anything with since the 90s! Thanks for the chance to win them. dezertsuz at gmail

Regina said...

I loved reading about your grandma and her adventure!! But I have questions. Why did they cook the meal? Were they ever found out? I had a very feisty grandmother so I can imagine her leading a caper like this!

And Yes I am a follower. I followed you on Google Reader and now I follow you on Bloglovin.

madebymeinred said...

I really love reading your stories. I haven't heard the term "yard bird" since I moved to CA 27 years ago. I follow on Bloglovin.

Kathy H said...

I loved the story of your grandma in the kitchen. So thankful for supermarkets today. We have some funny chicken stories from my husband's family too. The chickens are so cute. I follow through google friends.

Sally said...

Delightful story! Too much sugar indeed! Of course I'm a follower!

Sally said...

Delightful story! Too much sugar indeed! Of course I'm a follower!

Joanne Lendaro said...

Cute story!! Again, thanks for the memories! My grandparents had a farm and the puckin' of the chickens was the WORST job ever!! I tried to be 'busy' doing something else so I would have to help...yuck!! But count me in for the chicken and dumpling that followed!!! Yes, I'll have seconds please....thanks Rhonda!

As always, thanks for thanking the time to share your great photo's too...love seeing history.


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