17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Tuesday, June 25, 1912: My Daddy gave me a lecture today. The cause was the killing of a hen whose death I might have prevented had I made more use of my eyes. We had her for supper.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
What happened? How did Grandma not notice something that led to the death of a chicken?
I asked my father about this entry. He thinks that the chicken might have been injured by a dog.
In rural areas dogs often are allowed to roam free—and perhaps a neighbor’s dog wondered onto the Muffly farm and attacked a hen. Maybe Grandma didn’t notice the dog –or ignored it.
In any case chicken for supper sounds good—so good in fact that I decided to roast a chicken for dinner last night.
An aside—When my children were in soccer and little league, I often put a chicken or roast in the oven before games (as well as some baking potatoes)—and the meal would be ready to eat when we home.