The chicken story

I have to go back in time to Louisville Ks. again because there is one story that has to be told. I am going to somewhat plagiarize (copy) my sister Kathy's story because I messed it up big time when I tried to write about it. This one definitely has to be in my blog. I was just a baby, if I was even born at all. Kathy of course very little, probably three or four.

My Uncle Elmer, my dad's brother, and his wife Aunt Gertie and my mom and dad drove over to a friends farm. Kathy was along for the ride and was sitting in the front seat on dad's lap. The ladies of course were in the backseat. They stole four chickens--Aunt Gertie had one chicken in each hand and mom had the same. They were holding them by their feet. The friend stopped them and started to reach into the back for the chickens and mom told him laughingly that she would slap his face if he touched her legs! You see both of the women had the chickens covered with their full skirted dresses.

So they took off laughing, still in possession of the chickens. They feathered and cleaned them and got them all wrapped up and put them in their freezer. But the joke was on them when the friend came by later that night and took the chickens back. Mom and dad had done all the work and the farmer friend had four chickens all cleaned and ready to cook!