CHILDHOOD CHICKEN MEMORIES

When I was growing up, I spent every summer, from the day school let out, till a few days before school started up again, with my Memere and Pepere (French for grandma and grandpa) in Rhode Island. This is an old picture of their Rhode Island Reds, outside the chicken coop for a brief foray into the yard. I remember as a child, going into the hen house with my Memere, and gathering up the days eggs. She would pack them in cartons, and my Pepere would take them down to the Bishop Bends Club, where he would sell them to the members. My Memere and Pepere have been gone a long time, and I miss them dearly. Perhaps those childhood memories are why I am longing for chicks of my own. Maybe thats why I am a Farmgirl at heart.