Several years ago I would have the opportunity to occasionally have lunch with an entertaining old gentleman who always had a good story. He was one of those gentlemen that every small town seems to have, a nice old guy who was always willing to talk and entertain whoever may be present.
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Even though he was approaching 80 years of age, he continued to work every day, being the manager of the local city sewage
treatment plant, he always claimed to know everything about everybody’s S&*t. One particular lunch time, with several patrons present, the subject some how turned to chickens. He went on to relate how there were more chickens raised in the state of Georgia than any where else in the United States.
As the conversation continued, Art when on to proclaim that the state which produced the most eggs was Arkansas. After
several minutes of listening to this conversation, I began to wonder, how could all the chickens be in Georgia and all the eggs in Arkansas?
As soon as there was a lull in the conversation, I posed this question. Everyone was startled, no one had thought of this angle. Of course then the topic of the day turned as to how this could be possible.
It was reasoned that since Arkansas and Georgia were relatively close in proximity it might help to explain this peculiar circumstance. Then the subject turned to which came first, the chicken or the egg. It was reasoned the chicken had to come first since Georgia had become a state before Arkansas.
Then someone else chimed in that since Georgia was further east, the sun would come up there before rising in
Arkansas, and it only made sense the chicken had to be up before she could lay an egg. Hence, the chicken had to come first.
Someone else then stated that since the sun went down later in Arkansas, there would be more sunlight available to create a warmer environment for an egg to hatch, and since chickens came from eggs, it only made sense the egg had to come first.
They even offered up the theory that daylight savings time had been created by Ben Franklin in order to provide a better and warmer environment for the eggs. The extra hour of daylight would provide a shorter night so the eggs wouldn’t cool off too
much during the starlight evenings of Arkansas.
The conversation continued long after I had to leave, for once it was a pleasure to go back to work.
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I grew up in the 50’s on a small dairy farm in southeastern Indiana.
Financially, times were hard, my dad and mom had purchased an extremely impoverished farm when I was three years old. We ,along with my brother, who came along later, spent the next several years restoring it to a more productive state. The farm was so over grown with weeds that after living there for a while, dad had time to mow the weeds around the barn and lo and behold! He found a hog house no one knew was there.
The soil was totally depleted, the first year’s twelve acre corn crop yielded a whopping two hundred bushels of corn. Hard to live on that. Fortunately, about that same time, turkey raising came into fashion, the following year dad purchased and raised 1000 turkeys. The resulting turkey by-product increased the corn yield from 200 bushels to 1200 bushels on that very same field.
This was a time when neighbors were neighbors, we used each others farm equipment and tools like they were our own, if dad couldn’t find a tool or wrench, it was probably over at the neighbors. As a result, while picking up one our own tools he would return one of theirs.
Our doors were never locked, no one would break in and steal anything. In fact if one happened to be away it was desired(it almost became a state law) that the neighbors had to stop by and check the house to make sure everything was OK.
Every one had a gun, we had several neatly stacked in the corner of the kitchen, an ample supply of ammunition, and fireworks) could be found in the cabinet drawer.
I started hunting with a 22 rifle when I was about 9, a rifle given to me for Christmas by my parents. Did I or any kid I know pick up or use a fire arm without permission of their parents, are you kidding? We would have gotten skun alive. Back in those days parental authority and respect meant something, and the only rights a child had were the rights his parents gave him. So, what’s wrong with that?