This is one adventure that had a BIG impact on my life !
When I was six years old, my
mother was diagnoised with T.B. She was sent to a sanitorium for complete bed rest. My dad was in France during World War 2.
There was no one to care for me, so I was sent to live with Uncle Joe, Aunt May and my grandpa Sam,on their farm in Lower Waterford, Vermont.
I loved the farm and being there was an exciting adventure for me. I had chores to do just like my two older cousins. I did them all with out complaint. Each day I had to go to the hen house and gather eggs. I would gingerly try to step over the droppings in their fenced yard. I disliked the smell intensely!
An old rooster was king of the hen yard. Each morning,as the sun rose over the green mountains, I'd awaken to, "cock a doddle do".
I'd climb out of the feather bed, wash up, dress, and run to the hen house. The rooster was always waiting and he'd chase and peck me. I was really afraid of him and I think he knew it. I began to dread going there, but I didn't say anything to any one. I tried to do my job as best I could. One day my Aunt heard me crying and asked why. I told her about the awful, mean rooster. She was very understanding! My task was changed, and life became a little easier for me.
I am still afraid of roosters and have managed to avoid them through out my life. I do love to eat chicken though!
Loved your story Mary Grace!
When I was a boy, I used to help my little sister gather the eggs in our hen house. Those rooster's can be mean for sure!
Glad you treasured this story in your hear and chose to share it with the world. Brings back some wonderful memories of long ago.
I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY YOU RAN AND...BESIDES THE FACT THAT IT IS SO-O GOOD...WHY YOU 'LOVE' EATING CHICKEN! ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I am also afraid of rooster, MaryGrace, lol. I just can't understand how such a tiny creature can be such a bully and mean, lol. Delightful write, MaryGrace.
MaryGrace, I enjoyed this narrative and remember an ole' men rooster too~yuck, yuck...wooo that rooster sure frightened me. He always looked mean with those beady little eyes chasing everyone whenever near...minding your own business. My goodness, maybe they have a bad reputation or something~perhaps someday you may not have the phobia.
I am sorry to hear you never got over your fear of roosters, but I love chicken myself. I enjoy getting to know about you through your stories
God Bless
Michelle~
I enjoyed your little story. As kids we had a mean rooster too. Check out my den, and read my family stories, about growing up in Florida.
Carolyn
Reviewed by Chris Morey
3/16/2007
Hi Mary: I also remember the rooster though I suspect it had to be one of his off spring. Every time we went near the hen house he would attack. I hated him and dreaded going and getting eggs.
Thanks
Chris
i half expected the rooster was served for dinner..geeze where's my mind at? anyway, its good to look at fears to help disolve them, its amazing what the mind retains from childhood
I hear ya, MaryGrace, I'm not too fond of the birds, meself. I'll eat 'em, but rarely: lived across the street from a chicken processing plant UGH still can't stand the smell of raw poltry. Understand your fear. Mine? S T O R M S, and yet, they inspire some of my best poetry...LOL Go figure!! In any event, an excellent telling; well done.
I used to be terrified of dogs, so I can understand your fear. Now I can go to a dog and not be scared (MOST of the time; if they bark or growl, I still feel the fear creeping up my spine). Now I can pet them and love on them. I don't blame you for being scared of roosters, MaryGrace. Excellent story; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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When I was six years old, my
