A Life Well Loved - The Stories of my parents.

****Back story. My mom and dad were married in 1957 at the very young ages of 15 years old and 17 years old. Mom was pregnant at the time and Dad wanted to marry her. My dad is Hispanic, and my mom is Irish/mix. Mom and Dad's sisters and brothers were very much against my parents getting married. But my grandparents weren't. My grandmothers went to the courthouse with my parents and signed the consent for them to get married.  My parents were married for 66 years and had seven children. Mom passed away on April 2, 2023, and Dad is still alive at the time of this article writing which is March 2025. These are the stories of their life according to them. ******

Rooster No More- by Dad

 The year was 1957. Dorie and I had been married for a few months. We weren't poor but we weren't rich either.   My dad gave me a rooster one day. I took it home and put it in the hen house with the rest of the chickens. He was a good-looking rooster so I thought he might be just what the hens needed. He immediately ruled the roost. He walked around crowing with his feathers all puffed up and sort of took over as boss of the flock. I thought it would go well.

 The next day I came home from work and to my surprise the old rooster was gone. I went in the house and saw Dorie at the stove frying something up and humming. It smelled good. 

I walked over and asked her. "What's for dinner Dorie?"

She looked me straight in the eye and spoke. "Your rooster."

Apparently, the rooster had attacked my lovely 4-foot 11-inch wife. And that was the straw that broke the rooster's back. Dorie wrung its neck, plucked and cooked it. All within the span of 6 hours.

 I laughed. "You know that was an old rooster." I grinned.

"Yep." she shook her head, and her curls bobbed up and down.

"You know it will be like eating rubber." I grinned again.

"Uh huh!"  She shrugged her shoulders. "Didn't want it to go to waste."

"Okay, I'll go wash up." 

We sat at the table looking at that skinny old rooster carcass. I grabbed a leg and bit into it. I was right. it was like chewing on a piece of rubber. Dorie grabbed the other leg and gnawed on it before throwing it down on the plate.

"I guess I'll go fry us some eggs." she said.

While she was frying eggs, I gathered up that old carcass and took it outside.

 At least the cats would eat good tonight.

 by SK Virtue as told by Gonsalo Morales Jr.