When I was growing up, my family did the traditional Easter morning of dressing up in spring dresses and new patent leather shoes. Mom always had an Easter hat.
Oh how I wish I had a picture of Mom in one of her Easter hats. Then off to Loche Arbor Baptist Church for Easter Sunday Service.
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| Lenora, Debbie, Me with 2 chicks on my shoulder |
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| Grandsons get supervised play with my chicks. |
But this time of year was also about Easter eggs and baby chicks. Back when I was a child, Daddy always bought us each a dyed chick. They would be blue, green, orange and etc. Today "No dyed chicks" is the only city ordinance in Shreveport regarding livestock. Of course with my mini urban farm, I don't want that to change. Anyway, yellow or black chicks are great. Poor little chicks never did live to grow up. We played and played with them. Yes, now I think it is animal cruelty and I've never given an animal to my children or grandchildren for Easter. But Lenora, Debbie and I have some great and sad memories of the chicks and rabbits we got for Easter.
When I was about 6, we had a Chihuahua named Lady, who slept with me. I loved my little chick so much that I decided it would sleep with me too. I don't know why my parents didn't talk me out of that. The chick slept on one side of me in a shoebox and Lady slept on the other side. The next morning, I awoke to a very tragic scene. In the box was a beak and one foot.
Obviously, Lady had a midnight snack.
I still make pets out of my chickens. Though my mother still tries to tell me that chickens are for eggs or for frying, not pets.
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| Me and Sunny the green egg layer |