tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post8673110063918124409..comments2023-12-19T23:41:48.959-07:00Comments on Joy's thoughts and things: joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671163415042714038noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-38137787985930489362009-12-13T03:19:45.146-07:002009-12-13T03:19:45.146-07:00Joy this story is so sad but the others are right,...Joy this story is so sad but the others are right, it is funny too. How sad to kill poor Tom and I can understand no one wanting to eat him. I couldn't have either. I remember when I used to live with my grandmother we used to raise chickens to eat. We would put a huge galvanized tin over the bodies before cutting off the heads. That way someone could sit on the tin so it didn't run off without a head. We never made pets of the chickens though. We were too poor for that. I like the picture you made of Tom with the pretty wool felts.Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12919248006395610020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-57950274893589748842009-11-05T16:37:57.127-07:002009-11-05T16:37:57.127-07:00My grandpa was a farmer and I remember being serve...My grandpa was a farmer and I remember being served chicken and knew it was running around in the yard the day before. I like to get my meat in little white plastic containers and never think about what it actually is or where it came from. MimiMimi Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10615059010141169618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-86657372930828847352009-11-04T23:35:29.646-07:002009-11-04T23:35:29.646-07:00Great story!Great story!Suzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15673827332239342306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-6729016538487305642009-11-04T21:21:31.669-07:002009-11-04T21:21:31.669-07:00Joy, This is such a funny story! I love when blog ...Joy, This is such a funny story! I love when blog friends share their childhood stories. It connects us all in this big world. Thanks for sharing today! Your Tom Turkey is cute in his wool feathers! ElizabethAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10973995314752982177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-22970873672833048272009-11-04T17:05:25.088-07:002009-11-04T17:05:25.088-07:00Love hearing childhood stories from the lives of d...Love hearing childhood stories from the lives of dear friends. I can actually envision a Norman Rockwell painting of the event...at least the "scramble". Thanks for sharing. Can't wait to hear more!-GinaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-70657880529343892312009-11-04T10:57:08.882-07:002009-11-04T10:57:08.882-07:00That is too funny Joy! Sami told me to read your b...That is too funny Joy! Sami told me to read your blog today - she said that story is told every year, and every year she always laughs at it! You guys have the best stories...<br /><br />LOVE YABrett & Brittanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06838506346456702876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-1377160695629439932009-11-04T09:34:28.849-07:002009-11-04T09:34:28.849-07:00What a story! I can just imagine how traumatized y...What a story! I can just imagine how traumatized you all were.Gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04466709417592027635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-20405180811620069762009-11-04T08:49:53.067-07:002009-11-04T08:49:53.067-07:00I feel a little teary . . .
as a parent I would h...I feel a little teary . . .<br /><br />as a parent I would have been cursing the double edge sword of catching Mr. Tom as well. Your dad instead caught years and years of a favorite thanksgiving tale -Jodihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11147261379554401607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-90044274718828266842009-11-04T08:46:14.405-07:002009-11-04T08:46:14.405-07:00True but sad story! Were we that hard up that we ...True but sad story! Were we that hard up that we had to catch our own turkey? Or do you think Dad got caught up in the moment? Whatever, it was not the best of memories. Kind of like the time he came back from deer hunting and hung the *#&% deer downstairs in the basement. Maybe I can blame my tearful meltdowns on these traumatic moments! What do you think?<br />KathAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230206527624768924.post-36649854694864728502009-11-03T20:35:51.540-07:002009-11-03T20:35:51.540-07:00Joy, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Ac...Joy, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Actually I think I did both. I would have been horrified to have viewed that scene. I had a story similar to that, where my Mom & Grandma caught a chicken and wringed it's poor little neck. I couldn't believe it I wasn't even 6 because I hadn't started school yet. Then they put him in a galvanized tub to get ready to pluck. I was horrified! <br /><br />I loved reading your story. I just love that you made that turkey in memory of Tom. Great job, I love the fabrics. <br />Have a blessed night, Tracy :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08643279791342765171noreply@blogger.com