As I sit here in my kitchen drinking coffee, listening to the news and watching my chickens in the yard. I have become my grandmother! The only difference is grandma didn't have BYC. Life is good.
My mother tells me I'm just like my great grandmother. She had chickens and other critters. She gardened and canned. I was lucky enough to know her but she was very old and did not live on her farm. She died when I was 8. Cool, chicken loving is genetic!!!!
I had a moment of nostalgia this week also. I taught my daughter to string and snap beans just like my grandma taught me. And to my happy surprise, she loved doing it as much as I used to. In fact, she has asked if we can go buy more beans today and 'do it some more'
Well , I'd rather be like my grandmother. Oh I am I crochet and she did too. Anyhow at least I'm not like my grandfather he was a drunk. Though now that I think about it, my grandmother did lay out under the porch alot after parties.
I so need to go buy a rocking chair for the porch, and a apron with deep pockets and a big bowl for the beans. I think I will pass on the black high heels and bright red lipstick though.
I garden and can and like my mother and my grandmother. I enjoy chickens like my grandmother! But, my grandmother told me stories about holding the chickens down while her grandmother cut their heads off...
My Grandma was scared of chickens (and any other avian creature) ... I am glad I did not inherit that
She refused to go into a local pet store because if their residant Toucan so much as moved she was sure it was swooping at her head. Poor, sweet Grandma. I miss her so much