Sunday, August 7, 2011


It is time for Sheila's (at Note Songs) rooster and chicken party. I don't have a flock of roosters in my house, but I do have one. And, there is a little story that goes with it - you know how Sheila loves a story.

My mother was raised during the hard times of The Depression on her grandparent's farm - you know - lots of hard work and no money. One of her jobs as a child was to kill and dress chickens for dinner. She hated it, and vowed that she would never, NEVER marry a farmer. Well, guess what, she married a farmer; but made my father promise that they would never have chickens. He kept his word.

But, mother must have missed the chickens; because our everyday dishes were decorated with chickens; she had tea towels with chickens on them; and she had a whole flock of these Royal Copley roosters and hens parading around the kitchen. Plus, every Sunday she could fry up the best chicken and gravy dinner imaginable.

See that piece of old wood in front of my rooster. On a recent trip to my great-grandparent's homestead, I picked up that piece from my mother's old childhood workplace - the chicken coop.

I am constantly reminded with warm feelings of my mother, her kitchen, and her chickens.

In addition to Sheila's Tuesday Rooster & Chicken party, I'm joining the following parties this week:

A Stroll Thru Life for Table Top Tuesday

Savvy Southern Style for Wow Us Wednesday

Very Merry Vintage Style for Share the Love Wednesday

No Minimalist Here for Thursday's Open House Party

French Country Cottage for Feathered Nest Friday

Common Ground for Vintage Inspiration Friday

White Ironstone Cottage for Treasure Chest Friday

Be sure to check out these blogs for a plethora of inspiration.


marty (A Stroll Thru Life) said...

Oh such a precious story and what a precious rooster. I love the piece of wood too. Great vignette. Thanks so much for joining TTT. Hugs, Marty

Marydon said...

What a warm fuzzy memory & rooster to treasure. Love the story.
Have a beautiful week ~

Shelia said...

Oh, Sally, what a sweet story about your mother! Her little Rooster is so cute and how special to have a piece of the chicken coop!
Thank you so much for joining my party!
Be a sweetie,
Shelia ;)

Bonnie said...

Wonderful story!!! I love the little piece of wood from the homestead. What a delightful story to share. I have a similar Copley Rooster.

Happier Than a Pig in Mud said...

Sweet story and what a great rooster, it's beautiful:@)

The Quintessential Magpie said...

Sally, what a great story! My mother hated chickens, too, because she was pecked on the nose by one at her grandmother's house. And she also married a farmer and had chicken things. LOL!

I still have one of her roosters (which she got on her honeymoon), and I treasure it.

Love yours. Neat post.


Sheila :-)

Anonymous said...

I love this story, Sally. Wonderful rooster and good memories.

Karie's Chic Creations said...

How sweet! Love that story. And I love the chicken in the photo. Thanks for sharing. Karie

Love Of Quilts said...

Lovely rooster. Trish

S said...

Lovely story - as a scrapbooker, I can really appreciate your reminiscing. And I think your little red lamp is darling too!

Scribbler said...

What a great story! I remember seeing my mother wring a chicken's neck, plunge him into a washpot of boiling water, pluck the feathers and have him fried and on the table in no time at all. This would happen when we'd go to her parents little farm for Sunday dinner. I like that you saved a piece of wood.

Ceekay- Thinkin of Home said...

I love a good story too! and that one is precious. How wonderful to have the piece of wood. I love that kind of "stuff"!

Lynne (lynnesgiftsfromtheheart) said...

What a beautiful story and memory..hugs ~lynne~

Betsy said...

Thank you for sharing your precious memories...such a great story.

Gail @ Faithfulness Farm said...

what a wonderful rooster and your story is priceless :)


Martha's Favorites said...

Hi: I love the story. I have that very same rooster in my collection. Great memories. Blessings, Martha

xinex said...

What a beautiful story, Sally! Love the piece of wood and your rooster...Christine

Kathy said...

I have a story about that same rooster...when I was little I broke one my grandmas pair of finally at Round top one year I found this same rooster to complete the pair that my Mom got when Grandma died..I was so glad to be able to *make it right* after all these mom cried!

Sarah said...

What a sweet story. My mom's brothers and sisters nicknamed her "Hendie", so she had lots of chickens in her kitchen too. I think that's why I've been drawn to them through the years. One of my nieces has her pieces now in her own kitchen. It's fun to visit and see those chickens from my childhood sitting atop my niece's cabinets.
Thanks for sharing this story.

Debra @ Common Ground said...

Oh your poor momma. that would be a really hard job, glad she was able to retire, and enjoy her chickens in a much better way. thanks for linking up with VIF, xo Debra

Babs said...

I don't think my mother ever killed a chicken, but my grandmother certainly did. With 6 children, I'm sure she had chicken quite often. I love the story about your mother. Poor thing that's an awful job to have to do. And then you have to pluck it after killing it.:(

Marydon said...

I'm back ~

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Have a beautiful weekend.

very merry vintage style said...

What a sweet story! Thanks for linking to Share the Love Wednesday!