Written By: Gary Wonning
My cousin Bob and I would sit in the corn crib and make rows in the corn cobs by shelling the corn off the cob and letting it fall to the ground.
Grandpa Huneke was always pretty thrifty and never wasted anything, so I wondered why he would let us shell the corn like this. The corn would only fall through the floor of the crib to the ground below. It seemed like a total waste to me until I looked down one day and saw all his chickens eating the corn. We were having fun and feeding his chickens at the same time.
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