NaBloPoMo # 13 The Way It Was

Barn at Evening

In a drive across Banner Mountain, recently, I snapped this photo of a barn that’s been part of the landscape for a number of years.  I can’t say how old this barn is. But it is still in good condition and speaks of times gone by.

Many of my poems tell about the way of life at Banner in my early years. When I was a child, my folks owned a cow named “Buttin’ Jerse.” She would butt people if she got a chance.  I don’t think she had horns, but we kids stayed out of  the barn lot, out of her reach. She was the only mean cow my folks ever owned. I remember another cow named “Hawkins.” She was given the last name of the man who sold her to Daddy. She was a good cow. She gave lots of milk.
When I was a child, I didn’t need to take a field trip with my class to visit a farm.  I lived on one, and I thought everyone else did, too. Mama and Daddy grew an abundance of vegetables in their garden. We had an orchard of peaches and apples. Daddy butchered  hogs each year. We had chickens for eggs and for meat.
To serve chicken for dinner, Mama killed a chicken by wringing its neck.  You know that expression,  “I could wring his neck?”  Mama really did “wring the neck” of a chicken!
That’s something I’ve never had to do.  And I’m glad! But if I had to,  I might could do it.
Could you?

To be continued . . .

© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols

At my book signing today, at the Dirty Farmers Market,  I sold and autographed a couple of  books. Not many, but people who visited were friendly and were busy buying the handmade crafts that are displayed in the first half of the shop. The back half of the shop contained fresh produce as well as a café serving homemade soups, breads, desserts and coffee. Also baked goods were for sale. The aroma from all these goodies was certainly tempting as I sat waiting for someone to buy a book. By selling two books, visiting, handing out cards and inviting people to check out my blog,  I consider the event successful.  Thanks to the Farmer’s Market for being wonderful hosts. It was a pleasant afternoon.

tomatoes & butternut squash

tomatoes and butternut squash

Freeda Baker Nichols (2)

Freeda Baker Nichols at Book Signing
at Farmers Market

10 comments on “NaBloPoMo # 13 The Way It Was

  1. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    I would not be able to ring a chickens neck, I remember my grandmother doing it, I think women way back when must have been stronger and were able to do what had to be done to put a meal on the table

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  3. very nice Freeda…I too appreciate small achievements…That one small thing can reach far!…and my Mom would ring our chickens necks too and then we watched as she dipped in boiling water and defeathered…Best fried chicken ever!

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  4. Dot Hatfield says:

    When I was younger, especially during the war years, our family had a cow named Muley. She gave milk long long after the calf was weaned and sold. We traded milk for eggs with our neighbor and still had plenty for our large family. I never learned to milk a cow, though. Daddy said that was “boys’ work.”

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  5. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    Nice that you sold more books. It really is nice that this business supports local Authors and have the book signings and crafts. Sounds fun just even if you get to visit with the people who come in to browse

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  6. Catherine Johnson says:

    I think it’s great that you are sharing your upbringing on your blog, Freeda. It’s perfectly in tune with your book. You do look great at that table.

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    • My new look on the blog appears that I’m trying to establish my “voice.” Could be! As for my look at the book signing table, “you gotta appreciate the small things.” And I whole-heartedly do.
      Thank you very much, my special blogging buddy, Catherine Johnson of Canada.

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  7. I bet your family ate good! I love the picture of you at the book table.

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    • Yes, I guess we did. I don’t know where I’m headed with this blog but it seems to be drawing me back to the days of long ago.
      The shop owner took a picture of me autographing a children’s book and she will put it in the paper. Gene took the one of me at the table. Not easy getting an okay picture of me. 🙂

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