December 08, 2010 Three large flocks of Canada geese just flew over Ligon's hay field and huge Mother Goose flakes of snow are bobbing in the air outside. Doesn't that tell you something?
Thanksgiving 2010 is now a memory and Christmas 2010 is just around the corner.
I enjoyed Doris Burke's "Warm memories of Thanksgiving Day" published recently. I could certainly identify...even to the two fat, lazy hens who were not laying eggs and met their demise on the chopping block. My father could tell by laying his fingers along the egg duct between their legs whether they were laying or not. Then, as Doris said, 'the chickens were dipped up and down in a pail of scalding water to loosen the feathers so they could be pulled off easily. After a great amount of feathers were removed us girls were given the task of pulling out the small pin feathers. I have never cared for chicken to this day.'
I guess it didn't bother me that much because I still like chicken, even though I can still smell the chickens being dipped in the pail of scalding water. My brother Floyd disliked chicken for the same above reason.
Doris also jogged my memory when telling of the big stone crock of dill pickles 'which had dill and garlic poked in around the cucumbers.' I have made many dill pickles in big stone crocks. They were Red's favorite and his mother taught me to layer huge grape leaves over the top, cover with a plate and place a large stone on top.
Amidst the Holly Daze, don't drown out The Reason for the Season. Come to the West Berlin United Methodist Church Christmas Eve for service at 7 p.m.
Gertie Brooks is a lifelong Almont area resident. A 'farm girl,' Gertie is the premier historian for the Almont area, and frequently offers her memories and first-hand accounts in her 'Country Cousin' columns.