The Old Folks Home

[drumstick diva]

you're a good sport ron

 

[pennyJo1960]

Heck morning old folks had my coffee direct tv is here he is getting things done 2 dogs barking their fool heads off patience is wearing thin not getting allot now getting like three out of the main coop but 3 or 4 from silkie every day they do not need me yelling at the dogs to fixed them one in my room one in the computer room with us

 

[trumpeting_angel]

Yeah, burned out on that one too. I don't know how the people who make and sell little coops like that can sleep at night. How many are sold to new chicken people who then figure out that they have been duped.

I'll wave in your general direction on my way to and from Northampton Thursday.

Exit 8, and back atcha.

I moved here from Northampton! Wave to Noho for me, too!

 

[microchick]

@drumstick diva No worries. I know you will.

As for the jokes and yolks, I've always tried to find the humor in life. Doesn't pay not to IMHO and let's face it...chickens are just naturally funny and for me inspire humor.

Glad I made you smile though.

I had a great day. DH and I drove over to the Mississippi River to have lunch with an old Illinois friend in one of the river cities. She lost her husband last year so we had a lot of catching up to do. We got home about 4:30...in time to feed the chickens. On the drive back we had two deer run in front of us. One was a good sized doe....about 5 miles farther the second, a big 8 point buck, maybe 175+ pounds idly ambled across the road looking straight ahead the whole time. They are in rut here with deer season slated to begin on the 16th...in time for them to disappear into the deep forest 'deer caves' never to be seen again.

 

[microchick]

@CapricornFarm where do you find your pallets?

 

[trumpeting_angel]

Thank goodness you avoided the deer! They are a car wreck waiting to happen.

Quoting @microchick:
“DH and I drove over to the Mississippi River to have lunch with an old Illinois friend in one of the river cities.”

My mother was from Cairo, IL. It’s much more downtrodden in recent years than it was in those days. My grandparents’ little grocery store was there, and grandpa gave us 6-ounce, nickel Cokes from the cooler.

I found a story on NPR just now about the severe depopulation in town. No new housing built for 50 years. They said the town was on “life support.”

 

[microchick]

Pretty much like most of IL I'm afraid. We were in Canton, a town on the Missouri side of the river north of Quincy. Our friend was telling us how bad the economy is in Macomb and it's a university city.

 

[trumpeting_angel]

Pretty much like most of IL I'm afraid. We were in Canton, a town on the Missouri side of the river north of Quincy. Our friend was telling us how bad the economy is in Macomb and it's a university city.

Dislike!

The NPR story about Cairo was heartbreaking. Dilapidated, damaged, empty houses selling for as little as $640.

 

[microchick]

Dislike!

The NPR story about Cairo was heartbreaking. Dilapidated, damaged, empty houses selling for as little as $640.

So sad. I was born and raised in central IL. Moved to western part of the state when I met DH. Farm land around us sold for more than 10.000 dollars an acre but like most small towns, few of the kids were staying around or returning after college. The town is hanging on but is just one major business closing or relocating to send it past the point of no return and it's twice as big as the town we live near now....

The young people do not appreciate the charm of small town living and by the time they finally learn to appreciate it....there probably won't be anything left except ghost towns.

 

[trumpeting_angel]

I love small towns. I’m upset about downstate Illinois. My mother’s from Southern IL, as I said, and my father found UMass was overcrowded when he applied to go on the GI bill right after WWII, and ended up at Champagne-Urbana, where my mom was getting her masters degree. They met there, and I was born in Chicago Heights. My father was transferred to NJ when I was seven.

I remember our very small house, and of course visiting my grandparents in their apartment above the store. It seems such a shame that small-town life is dying out there.

My aunt told me that my grandma used to let people “run a tab” at the store during the Depression, and never bothered anyone who couldn’t pay. There were so many people at her funeral they were out the door and down the sidewalk of the church.