Here I am this beautiful morning remembering way back when. This post came to my mind this morning as I was cooking breakfast. The eggs that I cracked into the skillet make me think of the chickens we kept when I was small. We always had chickens....and my Daddy always had a store (right in front of our house) We would sell Daddy sggs. About 100 times a day, we would go to the chicken house and everytime there was an egg, we took it to the store and Daddy would give us a nickel for it. We would either save it until we had several nickels or we would buy a candy bar or ice cream. We have been known to wait outside the chicken house (if there happened to be a chicken on the nest) until it finished with its business. I wish I could tell my Daddy today how much fun we had doing that and how sweet he was to pay us for his own eggs! Happy Memories!
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What wonderful memories, Clara.
My brother was allergic to feathers, and about the time I was 5 or 6 we got rid of all of ours.
Oh I thought and just now put up a memory also.
What precious memories. I have some of my own memories involving chickens. Maybe I'll post about them one day.
How handy to have your Dad buy his own eggs! We always had chickens; for the eggs and for eating! When I was a kid a typical breakfast for me was a fried egg with the yolk runny, and I would mix that up with sausage, gravy and biscuits. Yummy, it was good. I can't stand to eat them with runny yolks anymore though!
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