July ATC_Fond Memory_Chicken Pluckin
I now have my mother's photo albums in my possession and was so thrilled when I discovered this photo. I remember this happening often. Dad would kill the chicken and I remember it sometimes running around without its head. Then we would all pull up our seats and watch him pluck it - in my memory I can still smell the smell of the wet chicken as I think he would dip it in warm water to help make the plucking easier. I also remember as shown in the photo our dog hanging around to see if he could get anything. My older sister is not there because I don't think she enjoyed these sort of events. I am the curly haired one on the far left.
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