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Ancient Faces

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100 years ago - if you weren't hunting a turkey - this is where you bought one.

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KellieAnne Foreman

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says here they dressed them for you

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AncientFaces

At least the chickens were . . .

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Susan Schloss

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My mom told me that HER mom plucked chickens, but MY mom never did.

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Casey Duncan

As a kid I worked in a farm market that also sold rotisserie chickens. Each day I had to set up the chickens on the skewer but not before burning off the pin feathers with a blow torch. Will never forget the stench.

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Carolyn Kahles

I remember my grandmother and great aunt killing and plucking chickens when I was a child. You are correct about the smell of the burning feathers.

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Judy Eisele Raffaelli

Casey Duncan I did not know this.

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BeckyandBob Davis

Isn't it ironic that after you plucked off the feathers you had to "dress" it!!

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Lynda Lerum

Yes, I remember my mom plucking the feathers. I remember my uncle chopping the head off of a chicken, he had a chopping block. I remember my mom taking the plucked chicken and putting over a hot flame to singe of the pins that were left after plucking.

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Ree Young

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When I was a kid, my mom and I would walk about 6 blocks and catch the bus to town (she never did learn to drive) to shop at the butcher/deli shop, pick up shoes at the cobbler's or get sewing needs at the fabric store, and go Woolworth's Five & Dime where we'd stop for tea at the lunch counter before heading for the bus home.

The whole chickens we got were plucked, but not as cleanly as the ones in the supermarkets now. My mom always had to do some plucking of missed feathers and used a match to burn off the tiny pin feathers.

But my mom was raised on a farm, so she wasn't bothered by that or the stuff in the butcher's case...goat's heads with the eyeballs in them, huge beef tongues, shiny pink brains, honeycombed sheets of tripe, slabs of deep red liver, and beef hearts, etc. I, on the other hand, really disliked all that "gore" in the meat case.

Fortunately, my dad was not really into that sort of stuff (even though his own grandfather was a traveling butcher in Italy and my dad, as a kid, sometimes rode on the donkey cart with his grandfather to the outlying farms), so beef liver, sometimes tripe in a spaghetti sauce, and chicken livers were the only gross stuff in our meals besides the usual pork or lamb chops, ground beef, roasts, and so on. I still cannot...and will not...eat anything from inside an animal. I don't eat veal or lamb either, and not even beef anymore though I'm not a total vegetarian.

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AncientFaces

Yeah, my grandmother - born in England - liked all of the "innards". And Mom cooked brains, tongue, and other stuff I won't eat. Times have changed . . . more than we think.

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Ree Young

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Our grandparents and, for some of us, even our parents, lived in times when little was wasted. All parts of an animal were used. I am a very frugal person and waste does bother me, so I'm as careful about it as I can be. But I'm still NOT going to eat innards!! I'll forage for acorns and berries before I eat that stuff!

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Sherry Clites

The toughest thing about dressing it is trying to get the wings thru the little arms of the jacket, hahaha!😊

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Susan Goodson McDermott Knight

We raised and killed & dressed our own poultry. Huge vat of hot water to dunk to loosen feathers. What an assembly line!

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Darlene Eldredge

My mom did the butchering.....chopped off the chicken heads and threw them in a big cardboard box. If she missed the box it would literally run around, blood flying everywhere! I did a lot of screaming as a five year old. 😃

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Darlene Eldredge

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BeckyandBob Davis

Darlene Eldredge , Hense the expression - Running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Once you see that you won't forget it!!

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Darlene Eldredge

BeckyandBob Davis yes, you are right! I'm 87 now....still think of my few years on the dairy farm. My job was feeding the chickens and gathering eggs. They only scared me when they were flopping and flinging blood...😄

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Linda Eaton

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My mother's mother, my grandma, sweetest woman in the world, but she didn't bat an eyelash chopping off a chicken's head. I was about five when I first witnessed my grandma do the deed. I was terrified and fascinated by it at the same time. That chicken's head laying on the stump while it's body was still running. It scared me almost to death.

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Joy Midkiff Alba

First time we butchered and that happened I literally stood there watching, slack-jawed. I'd always HEARD THE STORIES, but seeing is believing.

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Sandra Gamier

Ahh, yes, the butcher shop. Suppressed memories of Duck Blood Soup (a Polish receipe).

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David Maroney

Back when chickens were real chickens, not the cell phone toting feathered fiends of today

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Joy Midkiff Alba

Mom said when she and her grandma bought it, it'd be wrapped in newspaper with the feet hanging out one end and the head hanging out the other. The store they went to DID have a plucker in the back though. :D

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Dennis Thompson

Tijuana chicken

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