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To: Ilaine who wrote (53251)	7/10/2000 10:46:04 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Something about that story made me LAFF.. (-: Was just thinking of another memory... a grandmother one. My grandmother used to have a cottage along the shore next to my parents' cottage. Most of the time she stayed there alone, but I used to stay with her over night most of the time. It was a lot of fun because we used to lie in bed in the dark and she would teach me long poems to memorize like "The Wreck of the Hesperus", or tell me stories... she used to tell me stories that were probably popular when she was a girl... usually ones that had a "lesson" behind them. And we played a game where we would take turns tracing letters on each other's backs while the other would try to guess what word we were spelling...which was actually a very cool game BTW... Anyhow, one summer, three of my grandmother's sisters came to stay with her for 2 weeks. All of them would have been between the ages of 70 and 80 at the time. The "holiday" was a real hoot as the women really seemed to come to life out there in the country where they could do things like having singalong bonfire parties down on the beach for my cousins who lived in other cottages further down the way . On another night, they had a taffy pull party which was a lot of fun. Then, on the last weekend of the visit, one of the sisters got it into her head that she would like to buy a real "free range farm chicken" and roast it for a goodbye supper. My grandmother and her 2 other sisters thought it was a silly idea and wanted no part of it, but the sister said she'd look after the whole thing, so that's what she set out to do. Of course, it wasn't that easy to find a chicken, but eventually she managed to find a farmer who had some large White Leghorn laying hens and he agreed to sell one. And so, the sister brought the chicken down to the cottage, but she didn't seem to know what to do about killing it, so my grandmother ended up having to dispatch it for her. But that's where the help ended. From that point on, the sister was on her own... but I felt sorry for her and came and kept her company while she plucked and cleaned the bird...which probably took about 2 hours to do... It was quite the fascinating anatomy lesson for me BTW, because the chicken had quite a number of eggs at various stages of development inside... At last the chicken was cleaned and roasted and everyone agreed that it was a very good supper....well, except for me... because I have been a vegetarian for a very, very long time... (-: