BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 17

Wild violets grew in the woodlands surrounding my homeplace at Banner Mountain.

Thinking of the wild violets, I remember how we children played a game using the flowers. We picked some of the violets and when we hooked two blooms together and pulled on each stem, one of the blooms snapped off its stem. We called them rooster flowers and that was a pretend rooster fight. Always a winner in that game.

Just as sure as real roosters, hens and bantam chickens were a part of our life at the homeplace, the rooster flowers were a part of our springtime. How beautiful the little blue-violet flowers were. I saw the violets and other lovely wild flowers every day when I was a child. They appeared early in spring, like magic.

I still recall the day my brother, Billy, brought home a little bantam rooster. Billy set him down in the barnyard.  And right away a big rooster ran over to the little rooster and began a fight.  Bill picked up a chip of wood and threw it at the big rooster. The chip of wood struck the big rooster and he fell over dead!  What now? That was Mama’s big, old rooster. Oh, no! I witnessed the entire event. Looking back, it was the only way that Billy could save his little bantam. The only way. Even though I saw it all, I was never called in to testify as to what had happened to Mama’s rooster.

And now, after all these years, I don’t remember what happened to the bantam rooster either. Did he grow old and die a natural death? I guess that’s not important. Perhaps my brother remembers. Sometimes a writer’s memory is called to a task of embellishing certain experiences. But not this experience. I can tell you that the chip of wood buzzed as it whizzed toward that bullying rooster!  Billy really didn’t mean to kill the big ,old rooster; he only meant to protect the little one.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

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8 comments on “BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 17

  1. I Wilkerson says:

    My grandparents had violets growing in their lawn. I was so excited when I discovered that our house did too! The lawn care people hate them but I love them!

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  2. we had bantams too…Dad had bought 8 acres of land in Southern Louisvill, KY…where I grew learning of such things…what wonderful memories…and “funny” too!

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  3. Pat Durmon says:

    Enjoyed the real life story. Nature.

    On Tue, Feb 28, 2017 at 7:05 PM, Freeda Baker Nichols wrote:

    > Freeda Baker Nichols posted: “Wild violets grew in the woodlands > surrounding my homeplace at Banner Mountain. Thinking of the wild violets, > I remember how we children played a game using the flowers. We picked some > of the violets and when we hooked two blooms together and pulled on” >

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  4. We had wild violets in our yard, but I didn’t know about your game. Will and I received bantam chicks one Easter, but once they grew up, they moved to my aunt’s farm. Love reading about your home life.

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