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You are such a wonderful writer Kabu... Your words make your stories come to life :-) Its fabulous reading them. xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on June 22, 2010 at 9:12 PM
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Oh how I love this story! What luck to have your Christmas dinner propagate just before she went to the roaster...and that it turned out to be somewhat lucrative for your Mother. Good for her!
posted by
Darson
on June 22, 2010 at 7:22 PM
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Kabu
I love these stories of your childhood in the land of Oz...
posted by
Nautikos
on June 22, 2010 at 7:14 PM
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What wonderful and interesting memories, Dear Kabu!
I could have continued reading on and on..
posted by
Katray2
on June 22, 2010 at 5:51 PM
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That is so incredbily thoughtful of her to give some away to people who needed them. I imagine she played the role in some people's best Christmases ever.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on June 22, 2010 at 5:22 PM
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Kabu, my people were all farmers who left the soil for the city during the 30's. Sad, but I like the city.
posted by
dsm_tchr
on June 22, 2010 at 3:13 PM
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Kabuiepie-;)
Loved this continuation of your turkey story and your mum, and your aunt was sure a tightwad at Christmas. Great writing darlin'.
posted by
WileyJohn
on June 22, 2010 at 1:55 PM
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We had half a dozen bantam hens, and one cocky little rooster.
They produced all the eggs we needed for a family of four. Mom had a huge garden, made jams, jellies, pickles, and canned beans, peaches, several other things. We didn't know then what a fabulous diet we were on. Just what Dr. Oz recommends these days, with fresh asparagus, lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, squash and spinach, not much fried food, very little red meat. And even the kids worked hard, stayed in good shape. And I thought we were being picked on by fate, stuck out in the fresh air away from cities...
posted by
Pat_B
on June 22, 2010 at 11:16 AM
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Things were more like that in the old days Kabu no one had much, but they had a richer life in one way, because they lived in a community that engendered a feeling of oneness even if one grumbled about a neighbor. We couldn't get on much with turkeys they seemed to get the blackhead. So it was geese, I suppose they were more suitable to the climate. Then some thought of rearing turkeys on slatted floors mainly white ones. I think a lot are imported these days.
posted by
C_C_T
on June 22, 2010 at 10:50 AM
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kabu
Y They appreciated the value of things then love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on June 22, 2010 at 10:15 AM
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Keep going please. You must have some wonderful anecdotes to share.
posted by
TAPS.
on June 22, 2010 at 8:19 AM
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What a loving, gentle, giving lady your Mum was, Grandmummy. I can now see where you get it from. I so wish I could have known your Mum and Dad. Bless their beautiful souls.
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on June 22, 2010 at 8:09 AM
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Mother was getting even by having her own turkeys
posted by
Lanetay
on June 22, 2010 at 8:06 AM
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