The Evolution of Atlas: A Breeding (and Chat) Thread

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My name is Isaiah. I know what its like to sell a loved ones stuff after they pass. Especially when they have lots of decorations and rooms with a certain theme like a brass room or green glass room. Its tough selling all that stuff!!

Isaiah, I like that name! My father was getting rid of stuff for a few years before he passed away. His wife moved almost all my mother's things to her own house, tried to get him to move up there with her, I guess (or so they said) and he refused. So, he's lived in a house that was basically empty except for a couple of televisions, his bed, my piano and an antique hall tree that belonged to my grandmother that was refinished by my sister. Not much left in the house to sell, but the basement is full of things left over from his garage door business, old canned goods he put up, lots of bug sprays, electronics, and tools and files from that business. That will not be fun to do away with. My older son and I went through there and I found all sorts of stuff: lots of old photos of his parents and his sister and him when he was in the Navy back in 1941 onward, not to mention his old girlfriends and my mother, who was a Marine.
This was a ballet costume my mother made for me for a recital when I played an ice skater. Used to have a matching little hat with it. Figured no one would want I so I brought it home. What I'll do with it, I have no idea.






I did find some of my collector dolls. These Vogue Ginny dolls from the Far Away Land's Collection are from the 60's. The India doll comes from 1960 and the Italy doll from 1966. They aren't worth a lot, though in pristine condition, so I may put them in a case and hang it on the wall of my craft room. Also, the larger doll is from an Italian company called Migliorati. Can't believe the great shape they're in. I wasn't much of a doll person but I guess my mother thought I should be. I also had Madame Alexander dolls but they have yet to be found.






And Midge, from the Barbie series, for those of you who remember. She has bendable legs and the outfit is in perfect condition. Haven't tried to clean her up any.


And since this is the Atlas thread, some pics of his camera shy son who is now 4 weeks 2 days old.

 

[drumstick diva]

My mother always bought dolls for my sister and I. We always dumped them somewhere. We liked playing with cowboy and horse toys - probably because most of the tv shows then were westerns.

 

[1muttsfan]

He's just modest.

Mr Clean eraser for cleaning up Midge.

 

[speckledhen]

He's just modest.

Mr Clean eraser for cleaning up Midge.

Thanks for the tip!

 

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Some old photos thought you'd enjoy if you're into those. The little gal is me. I had ponies growing up, but didn't get mine until after the pony photo was taken so that one is not mine-I believe it was a hired photographic session because of the way the pony is posed. There are pictures of my parents' wedding, my dad in his Navy uniform, etc. My mother was a Marine. I have hundreds of photos but have not scanned them from when Dad was as Pearl Harbor just after the bombing. These are my adoptive parents, not my biological parents. That's a whole other story in pictures. Ever notice how these old photos make everyone look like an old Hollywood star? Soft lighting, not harsh reality.






Oooh, below, little gal obviously not happy about the photo session, LOL.



Dad on left. June 1921-July 2015

My mother was 3 years older than my father. Her first fiance was killed in the war.

 

[1muttsfan]

Cyn, those are such nice pics.

 

[speckledhen]

Cyn, those are such nice pics.

Thanks. I found this one representing the last time my sister and I had anything in common.



On a very sad note, we lost Rachel today. Poor Deacon kept looking in our faces when we laid her down on the flor so he and Rita could have some closure. We found her on the floor this morning, not far from gone, and removed her so they didn't have to see the final spasms. She was never right after being injured when trying to reintegrate into her former group after raising her chicks. She kept trying to go broody again and I kept breaking her up because she was already so thin. I have no other hens for Deacon unless Isaac passes on and he's sticking around longer than I ever thought I'd have him (grateful for that, he's such a special rooster).

I still have that little son of Atlas's that Aimee is still raising. He is such a wise little guy, so calm, so intelligent. He's going to be a special rooster for someone some day. I need some new, better pictures of him, if he'd just not run from the camera.

 

[drumstick diva]

I love the old pictures. Yes, they did make everyone look like movie stars. My mom, especially. We have loads of old black and white photos and sadly don't know who most of the people are. My uncle had pictures in his navy blues. I think he was just in the service long enough to be pictured in them - my older sister said he was drummed out for "nervous disorders." Sounds nicer than " mentally disturbed."

 

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Here's one picture that pertains to poultry. Not sure exactly who these relatives are but I think they are on my grandmother's side of the family, the Jacksons. I see ducks, geese and chickens. My great Uncle Chess Jackson used to be a hog farmer, raised humongous porkers my sister calls Hogzillas.

 

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Atlas's chick is 5 weeks old and I'm not as sure as I used to be that it's a cockerel, in spite of the scattered head spot and the super slow feathering. The comb is not enlarged at all, not pink. I see a tinge of pink in the wattles from time to time, but I've noticed that on super hot days with both sexes. Usually, a male of this breed has a definite comb by 5-6 weeks old, but more often, earlier. There's a good bit of dark wash down the leg fronts and the barring seems more pullet-like, too. Could be just an oddball male, but I sure could use another pullet about now.