Friday, February 13, 2009

Family Foto Friday...a little late

My kids are out of school today and I completely forgot to post my pic first thing this here it is...better late than never.
In keeping with the Dover side of my family, this picture is the only known one of all of the boy children of the couple from last week. I probably won't have this right because I cannot tell which son in the back row is oldest but I think on the back left is Daniel Fletcher Dover, back right is Bob Dover, then on the front row from left to right is Auz, Sidney and Bail Dover(short for Bailey). Sidney is my g grandfather who passed away when I was 6 years old. I do have one memory of him, though it may freak some of you out....
Sidney went to live with my grandparents when my ggrandma died and I loved going to their house because it was out in the woods and I was allowed to do most anything. We rednecks would make a big to do over killing the chickens and everyone would show up. I can remember my grandad cutting down a small tree and letting it fall, then taking a chicken one by one and cutting it's head off over that fallen tree. Well if you are a country girl you know that the chicken doesn't just drop dead, it runs around headless for a bit and if you are a fellow "redneck" you would know that you just had to chase them. I remember draggin my denim pocketbook behind me while chasing the headless chickens thru the trees until they dropped and then it was on to another one. I think my grandad timed them so when one would fall I would have another to holler after while my Great Grandad(Sidney) would sit in his chair and laugh.
Told you it might freak you out a bit!.......
I would love to hear if anyone else had similar childhoods so please leave a comment abt. things from long ago that might freak us out(please use some discretion-know what I mean?)
My middle child turns 8 today so I am off to get him a guitar and take him to lessons, hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day and weekend!!!


Joy said...

Hi Angela, that's a great photo and awesome story too - didn't freak me out at all! ;o)

Montee said...

LOL! You didn't freak me out. We used to chase the chickens too. Ain't it great being a redneck? My grandaddy's and dad's names were Fletcher. My dad went by his middle name, Vaughan. Happy Valentine's Day!

Short and Sweet said...

Nope, didn't freak me out either. I found your story quite interesting because I never chased "dead" chickens. Thanks for sharing the vintage photo and enjoy your weekend.

Deborah said...

lol! Yes! We lived up a hollow and on top of a mountain when I was in first grade and we had you know we had headless chickens runnin' around!

Happy birthday to your son!

Thanks for sharing!

Teresa Porter said...

Okay, I'll admit it... that is kinda freaky. I grew up on farms, but we didn't have chickens.

Love the photo. And Happy Valentines Day to you!


ShabbyInTheCity said...

I have only heard my parents talk about killing chickens :) It doesn't freak me out...well I worried about your little denim purse getting dirty!

The Other Side of Me said...

Hi Angela,

I can't say that I had the same experience, but my husband who grew up in Tennessee tells a similiar chicken story. I hope you had a great valentine weekend. Happy Birthday to your son!
Speak to you soon,

April said...

Hey Angela!
Love your family photo! How neat! My granny used to pick up a chicken by it's neck and spin it around over her head until it's broke...then, she'd cook it up for dinner...yes, I'm a country girl, too!