Chickens
My sister and I once washed some chickens! We were very young at the time – preschoolers! I have no real memories of the washing process but have a very vague mental picture of a number of very wet, bedraggled dead chickens lined up on a potato or sugar bag in the sun. Needless to say, Mum wasn’t impressed with our helping the hen to keep her chickens clean!
Carrots
Helping Dad at the carrot washer was a semi-frequent task after school on winter Mondays and Wednesdays. The rollers sorted the carrots into three size ranges: small, premium, and large. We checked the carrots as they rolled down the slope, discarded any deformed or broken ones and pushed the rest into the labelled plastic bags. Dad dealt with the larger numbers of the best size. I preferred the little ones as there was always a chance of nibbling a few of the very tasty broken tips. They were definitely the best carrots for eating raw. Nothing in the shops these days is in any way comparable to these freshly washed morsels. It was fun to use the big scales to weigh the bags and the gadget that twisted the wires holding the bags closed.
Corn
Dad started growing corn at about the time I started High School. Having an income at the same time as all the expenses of buying books and uniforms and the haircuts and dentist visits was very useful. Fresh corn was a regular part of our diet in summer from then on – cooked within a few minutes of picking. Fresh is definitely best! Lots of the excess corn was frozen for use for the rest of the year.
Chilblains
We alternately walked or rode bikes to primary school but caught the bus to high school. Standing for ages waiting for the bus on frosty mornings was not fun! Leather school shoes and thin grey stockings provided little insulation from the cold, so chilblains were a regular occurrence!
Lovely Memories.. I so much wish to write my small sweet memories too.. thanks for your memories.
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I’m enjoying your series of recollections. Great topic for the A-Z
Carmel Galvin from
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Earlier Years
Thanks, Carmel, I am enjoying the process of finding a range of topics to post about!
What fun you must have had growing up. I did help to clean chickens that had been killed to be eaten, when I was younger too. It was quite a task pulling out the feathers. Whilst I was happy to help with this and to eat the finished cooked product, I could face holding a live chicken. 🙂 #AtoZChallenge
It was definitely not always fun!
I will include a post about plucking and cleaning both chooks and ducks later in the series.
What a fun share of learning you received at a young age.
Growing up on a farm sounds awesome. 🙂
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It was more hard work than fun in many respects. Thanks for your interest!
Carrots and Corn – two of my favorite things! I have never had a fresh carrot out of the ground, and I’m often disappointed at the condition of the carrots I buy at the store. I tried growing carrots once but I was not very successful. Chilblains aplenty because we walked to school and that was in the days before girls were allowed to wear slacks to school. Brr – getting cold just thinking about it!
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Wendy at Jollett Etc.
I think that growing carrots can be quite difficult unless you have good, deep soil that is worked up to a very fine tilth. Any lumps in the soil or direct exposure to fertiliser can cause them to be distorted.
Those poor little chickens! I can see why your mother wasn’t thrilled. 🙂
A Joyful Chaos
…. and we thought we were being helpful!
Cute memories. Enjoyed the read.
Have a great day.
Jazminn
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Thanks Jazmin!
Carrots fresh out of the soil are the best. We always grew a lot of corn and had it fresh in the summer and my mom would fresh quarts and quarts of it. And I remember many frosty days at the bus stop.
Susan Says
The supermarket stuff is nowhere near as moist and tasty
You are giving us such an evocative picture of your rural childhood.
I am enjoying your stories too!
This city girl is enjoying your view of a life that was foreign to me. Loving your stories.
Thanks Jill
Poor little chickens and poor mama chook.