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A touching glimpse into a world that seems to have disappeared...
posted by
Nautikos
on April 5, 2010 at 6:31 PM
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I grew up receiving real-live colorfully-dyed baby chicks and ducks every Easter. I was told the Easter Bunny brought them. As they grew, the color went away and they returned to their normal feathers. Since we had an occupied hen house and pen, when we got tired of messing with them, we just put them with their own kind. By the time we were eating them as fried chicken, we couldn't really tell them apart. Actually, my sons received a few of those too back in the 1960's.
posted by
TAPS.
on April 5, 2010 at 7:50 AM
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when I was a kid i watched them slaughter chickens. I was fixated on
the process and to this day I just can't eat chicken. it had graduated to meat lol. The town you describe is my dream town. It is the place that I have always longed to live.
posted by
Tzippy
on April 4, 2010 at 4:53 PM
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Are we describing a small rural town in Australia in the 50'or 60's?
Are we describing you and your little men or me with mine? Our experiences have been so similar in so many ways. We've been a generation of such change .......
And a man named Armstrong.....Walked upon the moon.
posted by
Kabu
on April 4, 2010 at 8:30 AM
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