tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post5670612597737959554..comments2023-10-09T21:06:40.533-05:00Comments on Canuckville: Fried ChickenCurtishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407416037285285841noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-20113458560960688272010-07-20T14:25:04.975-05:002010-07-20T14:25:04.975-05:00Tell you what, Curtis...I was attacked by an aggre...Tell you what, Curtis...I was attacked by an aggressive goose in the past and it wasn't a good thing. I'm afraid I'd have to side with your poor granddad on the rooster issue, but maybe not going so far as serving PeckPeck with a side of mashed potatoes.<br /><br />Maybe a week in solitary might've done some good...<br /><br />Funny story; thanks for posting it!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-12808034770992586902010-07-16T16:09:42.427-05:002010-07-16T16:09:42.427-05:00A rooster's a chicken ain't it?A rooster's a chicken ain't it?Curtishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407416037285285841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-84702784486245375352010-07-16T13:35:28.505-05:002010-07-16T13:35:28.505-05:00Oh my heavens, Curtis; your poor granddaddy! Quite...Oh my heavens, Curtis; your poor granddaddy! Quite a visual there. As you know, Mom grew up on a farm, and she would never eat chicken nor would she tell us why. She'd cook it, but not eat it. I repeatedly asked her, but no dice.<br /><br />Now, here's a question, and pls don't think I'm stupid (well, a little I guess) but I actually did not know that people ate roosters. See? I told ya, I ain't very smart. :)Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02865722713732049339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-27489933464844943102010-07-16T13:18:59.702-05:002010-07-16T13:18:59.702-05:00All I can say is your Grandpa was a very smart man...All I can say is your Grandpa was a very smart man. I would've done the same thing he did, what you did and what Grandma did too. <br /><br />I remember way back when Woolworth's sold pastel colored chicks around Easter time. Thanks for the memoryCindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17359737176822741054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-16513753813067163192010-07-16T00:21:24.644-05:002010-07-16T00:21:24.644-05:00We always had hen as kids, even after we got marri...We always had hen as kids, even after we got married i got hens, some day i still wish we had some , but they bit hard to have in town<br />Take care<br />SueSue Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01810034905043598787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-47096971885652904382010-07-15T21:29:48.379-05:002010-07-15T21:29:48.379-05:00So you haddah LegHorn eh? Your poor grandaddy sure...So you haddah LegHorn eh? Your poor grandaddy sure took alot from him. We had chickens when I was growin up and never had trouble with, oh wait don't think we ever had ah rooster. Never mind. I love the cartoon too. For some reason your rooster behind granddaddy I was thinking of the cowardly lion with fists up say'in "put'em up, put'em up!"Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08888669064467961669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-26596913099569360362010-07-15T21:28:04.275-05:002010-07-15T21:28:04.275-05:00True Story Jennie but you were my inspiration as a...True Story Jennie but you were my inspiration as always.Curtishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407416037285285841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-84304994543027588382010-07-15T20:26:34.871-05:002010-07-15T20:26:34.871-05:00OMGGGGGG, after reading the last 2 comments, I don...OMGGGGGG, after reading the last 2 comments, I don't think I'll ever eat chicken OR pork again. They've got me cryin' in my beer -- well, if I had a beer, I'd be cryin' in it, but you catch my drift.<br /><br />Curtis, that story was great! It had me laughing soooo hard with the picture of him dancing around your grandfather, getting ready for the attack, and then ON him, LOL. What a visual! But just as soon as I finished laughing, then I felt terrible for poor old Peck Peck. It wasn't his day, was it. I wouldn't have eaten that fried chicken, either. So yep, you understood what I said in my reply to you on MY blog, only the No Chicken era didn't last as long for you. Man, that was some story. Loved it :DJennyDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14329171741191991379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-87444496827943970352010-07-15T19:28:12.866-05:002010-07-15T19:28:12.866-05:00We had close to 40 chickens up in Lytton when I wa...We had close to 40 chickens up in Lytton when I was a kid. When they finally decided it was time to move back down to the West Coast, Grampa Joe came up and did them all in using a coat hanger to snap their necks. Then we had to dip them all into boiling water to strip their feathers. I couldn't eat chicken for a few months either.Joe Robinsmithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16214577623320103751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552102141653878906.post-54890919597957886092010-07-15T19:19:26.899-05:002010-07-15T19:19:26.899-05:00One summer when he was 8 my youngest brother went ...One summer when he was 8 my youngest brother went to stay with our grand parents on the farm in Ohio. My Uncle Bob had a cabin on the adjoining property and he was raising a hog on grandpa's farm. The hog's name was Sherman.My brother decided Sherman was his best buddy.One day Uncle Bob had emptied a few brown bottles and Sherman did something to set him off. That was the end of Sherman. Now, my brother didn't see Sherman get put down and he didn't see him butchered but he did get a rude surprise when he found out where those great pork chops grandma fed his a few days later came from. For the next couple of years every time Porky Pig came on TV my brother would start crying.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08812329358511747697noreply@blogger.com