Comments on: Chicken Houses and Farm Folk on the Back Roads

By: Tina Whitney

Tina Whitney — Fri, 07 Mar 2014 17:21:42 +0000

I remember my Grandma ringing the heads off of chickens. As children we thought it was awesome. No better food in the world, than farm fresh chicken and fresh garden vegetables. Fresh eggs and homemade biscuits. YUM! Like you said, I could go back to that simpler time. Where the asphalt ends and walking the dirt road barefoot and carefree. Thank God for the Back roads and the memories!

By: Jeanne

Jeanne — Thu, 28 Nov 2013 23:46:12 +0000

Yes that is very true we grew up out in the middle of nowhere we climbed trees made forts there was no one 2 play with now what’s funny is we grew up vegetarian
We my brother and I never ate meat till late teens now I love it

By: Regenia

Regenia — Thu, 28 Nov 2013 13:24:42 +0000

For it was my maternal grandparent. We had fried chicken for lunch daily. The had their 5th of 9 children in 1931, that was my mother. At the age of 2 the next child was born and my mom’s job was to take the baby to their mother to nurse. They survived the depression in Texas as each of my grandfather’s brother made something; PaPa made syrup one brother flour anothe corn meal ect. I spend all my summers there and we lived with then for a couple of yrs. My Grandma’s garden was 1 acre big and if you didn’t work in it you didn’t eat from it.