Mary is wearing a hat, feeding her chickens. She is on a farm, at someone's house, on the west side, of the city of Lacrosse. She looks like a strong woman. There are chickens of all sizes; baby ones and big ones. She's doing something, trying to have them all together. She looks like she's trying hard. Mary is “shooing” them away and it looks like they are going somewhere she doesn't want them to go. They're on their way to the chicken coop.
That's an awfully big farm for just one person. There is a porch around the house with a piano on it, so Mary probably has children, 4 children. There is a curtain in the back that leads to the house; on the left, doors; on the right, something hanging there.
There are a lot of chickens there, “I don't think they are short on that”. A black chicken and 3 behind that. Mary is hanging on to a little one.
Looks like they're getting ready for supper. Maybe Mary is wondering which one to have for dinner. Once getting to the coop she picks out the best one to cook up for supper. They're having company for dinner, so she should probably pick out a couple of chickens to get ready for supper. You can hear the “bawking” of the chickens, “cockling” all the time; probably saying, “gee I'm glad it wasn't me!”
Family is coming over to have chicken, “How soon I wonder?”; Mary is hoping they like chicken. “We have to make something for desert, apple pie.” Her family will enjoy the meal because they don't have to do anything; she fixes the food ahead of time so its ready when they get there. The family took home the leftovers to make chicken soup.
Home sweet home.
This story was created on 7/24/17
at Mulder Health Facility by:
Alvina, Dale, Delmar, Dorothy, Joan, Mildred, Olive, Vi