This is one adventure that had a BIG impact on my life !

When I was six years old, my
mother was diagnoised with T.B. She was sent to a sanitorium for complete bed rest. My dad was in France serving as an interpretor for a General during World War2.

There was no one to care for me, so I was sent to live with my Uncle Joe, Aunt May and my grandpa Sam,on their farm in Lower Waterford, Vt.

I loved the farm and being there was an exciting adventure for me. I had chores to do just like my two older cousins. I did them all with out complaint. Each day I had to go to the hen house and gather eggs. I would gingerly try to step over the droppings in their fenced yard. I disliked the smell intensely!

An old rooster was king of the hen yard. Each morning,as the sun rose over the green mountains, I'd awaken to, "cock a doddle do".
I'd climb out of the feather bed, wash up, dress, and run to the hen house. The rooster was always waiting and he'd chase and peck me. I was really afraid of him , I think he knew it. I began to dread going there, but I didn't say anything to any one. I tried to do my job as best I could. One day my Aunt heard me crying and asked why. I told her about the awful, mean rooster. She was very understanding ! My task was changed, and life became a little easier for me.

I am still afraid of roosters and have managed to avoid them through out my life. I do love to eat chicken though!