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■JBy Dorothy Taylor - 398-5504IHeavens above! Not in the middle of a residential section of town! But every morning, and late afternoon it sounds-off just like one normally would if they were out on the farm, it's just a bit unbelievable, but if that isn’t a rooster crowing that I hear as I do my walking I'll eat a whole pie by myself. (That’s what you might call fantasizing! I most likely could eat an entire pie by mvsell! That’s what usweet~a~ holies” do you know!)Did we ever really depend on the rooster type alarm clocks in the long ago? It’s questionable becauseboth my parents seemed to have a built-in alarm clock of their own. Whether they struggled out of a nice comfortable bed will always be unknown by me. After all, they were up and at ‘em long before the crack of dawn or any daylight appeared over the horizon. And, long before they ever called to their offspring to rise and shine. Breakfast was ready and consumed before the darkness of early dawn began to fade away for the day. In fact, on cloudy days it seemed like the middle of the night as we headed out of the house towards the barn and the chores.I’ve often thought of all those things I miss most about those oV days. The early mornings are on the list! No...not because I’m an early bird who anticipated getting theworm on a daily basis! But, because 1 loved the smells of morning Momcould alwavs be heard rattling the pans around in the kilt hen. It was that special something shi put into the pans that brought about the aromas that penetrated the household. First, that freshly brewed coffee smell curled under my nose and entered my nostrils and seemed to beg for recognition I always responded by begging for just a taste. That was one of those no* nos and Mom always d-'I.O' d that the lt;ai feme would stunt oiv r* owl Id I wasleft to wonder about the taste ot coffee until the grown-up days, ft has : never taster! n*’ good as dmse aro mas indicated it. would that wondered about the house of childhood.Another of those wondennn aro mas was frying sausages We de lighted in eating those whoppingiv large patties all winter long. Directly in line with that smell as it entered the atmosphere was frying bacon. Nothing could get me out of the kinks any faster than anticipating the taste of bacon Of course, Mom always had those big browned biscuits done to a light browning that held the sausage just right Or, they could be loaded with some of the plum jelly Mom had made after the plum hushes performed their task each year.Dad always had two over easyeggs 1° 8° al°n8 his sausage and bacon. Or, at times he ate a big bowl of oatmeal. Now, 1 have to admit that the only way I could eat that oatmeal was to take a sausage pattie and crumble it into the “yukky” looking stuff. (Still do to this day! It was one of those surprises that came along with marriage to Equal Half! He was surprised but enjoys eating his oatmeal in the same fashion.)Oh well, roosters crowing are an important part of farm life. But, I always heard that if the rooster crowed at certain times of the late afternoon it was a bad omen. I’m not superstitious at ail and I certainly don’t bother to worry about what the rooster crowing can bring about. It could mean something bad for the rooster however. I readily recall the morning after the first night my family lived in the city. The neighbors had some hens and an old rooster that crowed . very early. When Dad made his first appearance on the morning of the second day of city life his remark was,‘ That rooster may crow one more night!”Mark 13*35 “Watch ye therefore: for ye know not when the master of the house conieth, at even, or at midnight, or at the cockcrowing, or in the morning.” ☆
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Lockhart Post Register
Lockhart, Texas, US
Thu, Jun 22, 1995
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