tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698242723747030434.post3598606252640899211..comments2017-03-30T14:25:58.092-07:00Comments on iowagirlmemories: Grandmaiowagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741524962049861915noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698242723747030434.post-6382084917737270422011-08-19T11:10:07.467-07:002011-08-19T11:10:07.467-07:00What a wonderful piece, Evelyn. You can paint pict...What a wonderful piece, Evelyn. You can paint pictures with your words. And I love the new header you've selected for your blog!Susan Petersenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02788283253544225956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698242723747030434.post-49480683307776609602011-08-17T21:04:37.423-07:002011-08-17T21:04:37.423-07:00Also--you found the perfect picture for your blog ...Also--you found the perfect picture for your blog heading!Martha Grenzebackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17790014740675535982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698242723747030434.post-32797265789861010862011-08-17T21:01:08.447-07:002011-08-17T21:01:08.447-07:00You look quite a bit like her, you know! Really n...You look quite a bit like her, you know! Really nice story.Martha Grenzebackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17790014740675535982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698242723747030434.post-21353827525000876782011-08-17T17:46:51.361-07:002011-08-17T17:46:51.361-07:00Debi, obviously your chicken operation was a bit l...Debi, obviously your chicken operation was a bit larger than the few chickens Grandma kept for eggs and Sunday dinners. I look forward to your future post.iowagirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02741524962049861915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698242723747030434.post-83516152294162707662011-08-17T08:18:46.645-07:002011-08-17T08:18:46.645-07:00What great memories you have.
My grandparents o...What great memories you have. <br /><br />My grandparents owned a chicken ranch and had about 2,000 hens. When we were visiting we loved to go help collect the eggs, although with the design of the cages these hens couldn't touch our little hands. Then we'd help grandma weigh the eggs and were delighted when we could keep the pee wee or jumbo eggs to take to school for show and tell. Grandma would spend hours in the dark room candling the eggs to be sure there was no blood in them. And then they'd go in the giant frig just waiting to be delivered to a restaurant for others to enjoy in their omelettes.<br /><br />Thanks for stirring my own memories. I see my own blog post coming :-)Debi Austenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17409492643470603926noreply@blogger.com