Did you know years ago, that kids use to get real live baby chicks for Easter???
Sadly I think the trend is coming back as I have seen several signs of late for Easter Chicks for sale. If one has a farm to raise them fine, but how many poor things die for lack of knowledge how to raise them??? Not to mention sometime their even dyed!!!!Don't get me started.
My mother and her siblings used to get chicks for Easter and once they grew, they took them to a local farm to live. But this story is from my dear mother. It's where one of our family sayings comes from. When my mother was a young woman and started working she took the bus to work. One evening while returning home on the bus, a huge rotund lady got on with a box of Easter chicks for her kids. Later when the driver took a corner, the box slid off her lap, hit the floor, came open and released all the chicks running about all over the bus. Several people and the fat lady were trying to capture them all again. Finally the fat lady was right at the front to get another, when she bent over to pick one up, she left out a huge healthy fart. To which the bus driver replied, " Well, that's right lady, if you can't catch em', shoot em'!" The whole bus broke out in laughter. So around home when someone breaks wind that is what my dear old mother says.
Listen....laugh anyway.Farts are funny. But alas, the poor bus driver was fired two days later because as it tuned out the fat lady was the mayor's mother!!!
And if you must buy Easter chicks for the kiddies buy these instead....
And remember, If you can't catch em, shoot em'!
One of the things I'm thankful for is the family farm. The kids grew up knowing that food doesn't come from the supermarket.
ReplyDeleteor buy peeps candy for the bratleys.
ReplyDeletefarts ARE funny! (so says the 13 year old boy inside my brain)
Oh, god, I'm going to have to teach Jerry and some of our friends THAT one. Your mother will be so grateful to be known for it. Chicks and rabbits are still very common gifts for Easter. Unfortunately! For some odd reason (very odd) I'm missing Peeps this year! They're unknown here in Spain.
ReplyDeleteShall I send you some Mitchell? Or would you prefer bunnies.
DeleteI guess the fat lady sang, so, the bus driver's job was over.
ReplyDeleteHow in the world do you dye a chick? That has got to be uncomfortable for the poor little things.
@Anne Marie- Hail to the 13 year old boy in all of us! We call my passing of wind, thrusters, as I go from bed to bathroom. Fun times.
Peeps explode gloriously in the microwave. It's safer than eating the things.
By the way, Maddie, your story was hilarious and I love the naturally colored little chickies. They're so cute and looking at them makes me happy.
DeleteI'm telling you Deedles, when my mother first told me that story, I laughed so hard I almost myself broke wind.
DeleteThat story was funny until the poor man lost his job. I did get chicks for Easter when I was a kid and my parents regretted it because it became an obsession... to this day. I never sell animals for Easter however.
ReplyDeleteThe dying is done before the chick hatches, a needle is inserted into the egg and food colouring is injected in, it doesn't hurt the chick but it can cause the embryo to die later, the main drawback is that it's used as a way to get people to buy chicks who shouldn't be buying chicks. Our marketing boards in Canada won't allow any of this.
Sooo-etc., that dyeing thing is fascinating and horrifying at the same time! Good for your marketing boards in Canada. Thanks for another tidbit to add to my trivia collection :)
DeleteThat does sound terrible. I saw a video once where they also put them in a bucket and tossed with coloring. Either way....just another reason the love Canada Steven! Make me some room!
Delete.....I'm still laughing at that one.....it's priceless!
ReplyDeleteJust as long as you didn't have any accidents.
DeleteI'm loving that story!
ReplyDeleteHa ha, love this post! And yes, every Humane Society condemns giving kids real chicks or bunnies for Easter. They usually end up abandoned or dead.
ReplyDeleteHa! That is a hilarious story! Too bad about the bus driver, but I like to think that what goes around, comes around! So I hope that mayor and his uptight/loose end Mom learned to chill out! Or at least got their just blowback for being a$$holes!
ReplyDeleteI went to a somewhat rigid old school church as a small child. Hated it. So boring! We never did any Easter Egg Hunts, but we did do an annual Easter Play with Jesus getting the beJesus beaten out of him before being crucified.
When I was a teen, in a desperate effort to recruit more members and stop a hemorrhaging membership, the old people decided to modernize and have Easter Egg Hunts for Easter. We didn't get any candied or chocolate eggs. We got hard boiled eggs that were painted! And three days after the first Hunt, the sweltering heat caused the undiscovered eggs to rot and stink up the church! Lesson learned. Get chocolate or candied eggs. And for God's sake, someone make a map of where they're being hidden! We wouldn't want the rats and roaches and ants to go after any unclaimed ones.
Unfortunately, no one made a map that second year. Lesson learned the hard way. Map out your eggs locations. And don't hide them indoors in the crooks and crannies that are attractive to rodents and pests. After Easter, there were more pests than people in that church!
My fave part of Easter was the family Easter feast, which was sort of like the first Thanksgiving of the year. We had lots of food and sweet treats to celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus, who died on the cross, so we may enjoy marshmallow Peeps and chocolate eggs laid by the Easter Bunny...
No Easter egg hunts?!?! What a awful childhood. But I'm guessing the rotting egg smell fits in nice with this story.
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Aerosol? What do you do? Double fist two cans of Freebeez? Must be the cooking.
DeleteMy brother bought 12 peeps and 3 little turkeys - I told him to name the turkeys, Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner.
ReplyDeleteThat's the same thing my sister named the mice she fed to her pet snakes. Small world.
DeleteSNAKE!!!!!!!
DeleteSnakes, plural Maddie. She had a couple of pythons a king snake and a little ribbon snake named Max. He was so cute. I used to wear him on my head. What a sweetie.
Deletethe only experience the mistress has with snakes, is the elusive trouser snake.
DeleteThat is a very hilarious story! but giving real life chicks in Easter is not a good idea..
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This is bound to be a new Easter classic.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness I didn't read this at work! I would have been laughing so hard I may have shot a couple. What a damn funny story.
ReplyDeleteAnd how could anyone dye chicks?!?!?! I have seen videos on how they do it....cruel.
LOL,LOL,LOL,LO,LOL! My sides are splitting ! I can picture the whole scenario in my head. This need to be on a sitcom!!!!
ReplyDeleteMy only hope is the fat lady didn't make it home and shit herself.
ReplyDeleteNext time warn us will you! I just shot pepsi out me nose from laughter!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHA HA HA....the funniest story I have heard in some time. I can just imagine the chaos on that bus.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea that people still got their children peeps and baby bunnies for Easter. These kids these days don't have the attention span.
Farts are hilarious, unless one of my cats rips one. Then you're wondering what crawled up their ass and died.
ReplyDeleteI thought at first this post was going to be full of nostalgic longing for those days of live chicks. Thank God it wasn't.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great come back for breaking wind!!!!
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