My parents were to arrive on Saturday for lunch and to chauf

My parents were to arrive on Saturday for lunch and to chauffeur us back to Beaumont.

Sylvia decided to bake a chicken for lunch. She went into the yard ( I was with her), selected a chicken, caught it, grabbed it by the head and flipped it so that the head came off in her hand. The headless chicken ran and flopped and exuded blood for a half a minute. She handed me the head to dispose of in the outhouse, She gathered the chicken and scalded it to loosen the feathers which she plucked in no time. Turned out to be a pretty good lunch topped off with really good watermelon.

I am sharing this with my brother Terry and my cousin Wayne Thomas. I hope that one or both of them will add comments to this post about their experiences in western Louisiana.