This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. Tony Fieder, Cambridge, Ontario > From: bures@att.net > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 > To: rosevetter@gmail.com > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > Rose, > > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, still clucking! > > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own chickens in the backyard. > > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! > > > Margaret > >From my iPad > > > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: > > > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your memories of > > your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you describe, of > > my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a clucking > > chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the > > store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the bird > > in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking and > > eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here > > will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ > > > > Rose > > > > > > > > > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: > >> > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce myself as > >> a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee Hochban. I grew > >> up until age 6 with my grandmother in the household. (She died when I > >> was 6, in 1953.) My childhood memories include visiting Mr. Most, > >> the butcher, and the Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would > >> sometimes visit with other friends from the Old Country (which I > >> thought was Germany) and they would sit and visit in German > >> together. We brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and > >> she killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read Joy > >> of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made lye soap, > >> and there was a small two burner gas stove in the basement where she > >> canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her own dumplings, bread, > >> noodles. When she died, I was numb and did not grieve until I was in > >> my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she > >> taught me, detailed memories and feelings. > >> > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in the > >> next generation from my grandmother told the story, the history. He > >> showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s with a map of > >> Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I looked at the > >> family photos from studios in the Old Country and saw the Serbian and > >> Croatian doubled address on them. They put the Ellis Island records > >> online in the 90s and I found the ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces > >> of information about each passenger. I gathered my cousin and my > >> sister's family to make a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the > >> 100-year anniversary of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next > >> step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. > >> > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe > >> especially the ones about food) > >> > >> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> ------------------------------- > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >> > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. Eve On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: > This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning we > would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables and a > live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a paper shopping > bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but it always did and I > died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! > I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it > never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. > As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a > live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. > > Tony Fieder, > Cambridge, Ontario > > > > From: bures@att.net > > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 > > To: rosevetter@gmail.com > > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com > > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > > > Rose, > > > > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in > Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, > still clucking! > > > > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own > chickens in the backyard. > > > > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of > my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! > > > > > > Margaret > > >From my iPad > > > > > > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: > > > > > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your memories > of > > > your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you describe, > of > > > my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a > clucking > > > chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the > > > store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the > bird > > > in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking > and > > > eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes > here > > > will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: > > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ > > > > > > Rose > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: > > >> > > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce myself as > > >> a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee Hochban. I grew > > >> up until age 6 with my grandmother in the household. (She died when I > > >> was 6, in 1953.) My childhood memories include visiting Mr. Most, > > >> the butcher, and the Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would > > >> sometimes visit with other friends from the Old Country (which I > > >> thought was Germany) and they would sit and visit in German > > >> together. We brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and > > >> she killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the > > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read Joy > > >> of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made lye soap, > > >> and there was a small two burner gas stove in the basement where she > > >> canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her own dumplings, bread, > > >> noodles. When she died, I was numb and did not grieve until I was in > > >> my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she > > >> taught me, detailed memories and feelings. > > >> > > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in the > > >> next generation from my grandmother told the story, the history. He > > >> showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s with a map of > > >> Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I looked at the > > >> family photos from studios in the Old Country and saw the Serbian and > > >> Croatian doubled address on them. They put the Ellis Island records > > >> online in the 90s and I found the ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces > > >> of information about each passenger. I gathered my cousin and my > > >> sister's family to make a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the > > >> 100-year anniversary of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next > > >> step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. > > >> > > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe > > >> especially the ones about food) > > >> > > >> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> ------------------------------- > > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word > 'unsubscribe' > > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > >> > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Syrmia Regional Coordinator http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia

In my native Banat village chicken were slaughtered (rendered?) in a different way. Grandmother would strew a handful of corn kernels around herself to get their attention. She would then grab one, usually a young rooster, because their number need to be reduced (eventually down to one). She would spread its wings and put one foot on each wing. She would then bent its head back, make an incision in its neck, and collect all its blood in a bowl. In a pan, she fried up in lard some chopped onions, the chicken liver, and the collected chicken blood. The result was the best brunch I ever had, not only for those hard post-war years, but forever. Nick -----Original Message----- From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Eve Sent: 1-Jun-14 20:20 To: Tony Fieder Cc: DVHH Mail List Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. Eve On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: > This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning > we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables > and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a > paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but > it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! > I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it > never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. > As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a > live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. > > Tony Fieder, > Cambridge, Ontario > > > > From: bures@att.net > > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 > > To: rosevetter@gmail.com > > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com > > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > > > Rose, > > > > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside > > Market in > Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, > still clucking! > > > > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our > > own > chickens in the backyard. > > > > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one > > of > my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! > > > > > > Margaret > > >From my iPad > > > > > > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: > > > > > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your > > > memories > of > > > your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you > > > describe, > of > > > my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a > clucking > > > chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in > > > the store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him > > > kill the > bird > > > in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the > > > plucking > and > > > eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the > > > recipes > here > > > will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: > > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ > > > > > > Rose > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: > > >> > > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce > > >> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee > > >> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the > > >> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood > > >> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the > > >> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit > > >> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was > > >> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We > > >> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she > > >> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the > > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read > > >> Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made > > >> lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the > > >> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her > > >> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and did > > >> not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. > > >> > > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in > > >> the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the > > >> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s > > >> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I > > >> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and > > >> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put > > >> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the ship's > > >> manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each passenger. > > >> I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make a pilgrimage > > >> with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary of their > > >> arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. > > >> > > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe > > >> especially the ones about food) > > >> > > >> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> ------------------------------- > > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word > 'unsubscribe' > > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > >> > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Syrmia Regional Coordinator http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Eve, How could they do that to our PET chickens!!! We are scarred for life! Margaret From my iPad > On Jun 1, 2014, at 8:19 PM, Eve <evebrown@gmail.com> wrote: > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > >> On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >> > From: bures@att.net >> > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >> > To: rosevetter@gmail.com >> > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >> > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >> > >> > Rose, >> > >> > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, still clucking! >> > >> > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own chickens in the backyard. >> > >> > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >> > >> > >> > Margaret >> > >From my iPad >> > >> > >> > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >> > > >> > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your memories of >> > > your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you describe, of >> > > my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a clucking >> > > chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the >> > > store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the bird >> > > in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking and >> > > eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here >> > > will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >> > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >> > > >> > > Rose >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >> > >> >> > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce myself as >> > >> a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee Hochban. I grew >> > >> up until age 6 with my grandmother in the household. (She died when I >> > >> was 6, in 1953.) My childhood memories include visiting Mr. Most, >> > >> the butcher, and the Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would >> > >> sometimes visit with other friends from the Old Country (which I >> > >> thought was Germany) and they would sit and visit in German >> > >> together. We brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and >> > >> she killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >> > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read Joy >> > >> of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made lye soap, >> > >> and there was a small two burner gas stove in the basement where she >> > >> canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her own dumplings, bread, >> > >> noodles. When she died, I was numb and did not grieve until I was in >> > >> my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she >> > >> taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >> > >> >> > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in the >> > >> next generation from my grandmother told the story, the history. He >> > >> showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s with a map of >> > >> Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I looked at the >> > >> family photos from studios in the Old Country and saw the Serbian and >> > >> Croatian doubled address on them. They put the Ellis Island records >> > >> online in the 90s and I found the ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces >> > >> of information about each passenger. I gathered my cousin and my >> > >> sister's family to make a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the >> > >> 100-year anniversary of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next >> > >> step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. >> > >> >> > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >> > >> especially the ones about food) >> > >> >> > >> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> ------------------------------- >> > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> >> > > >> > > >> > > ------------------------------- >> > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> > >> > >> > ------------------------------- >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > -- > Syrmia Regional Coordinator > http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia

Don't forget about our cute little "Easter" bunnies that ended up on the table around Aug or Sept every year!!! YUMMO! -----Original Message----- From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Margaret Bures Sent: Tuesday, June 03, 2014 11:58 AM To: Eve Cc: DVHH Mail List Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken Eve, How could they do that to our PET chickens!!! We are scarred for life! Margaret >From my iPad > On Jun 1, 2014, at 8:19 PM, Eve <evebrown@gmail.com> wrote: > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I > don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always > running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was > always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my > first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut > off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite > Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our > pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta > :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > >> On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >> > From: bures@att.net >> > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >> > To: rosevetter@gmail.com >> > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >> > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >> > >> > Rose, >> > >> > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, still clucking! >> > >> > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own chickens in the backyard. >> > >> > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >> > >> > >> > Margaret >> > >From my iPad >> > >> > >> > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >> > > >> > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your >> > > memories of your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the >> > > one you describe, of my father coming home from the Winnipeg >> > > Public Market, carrying a clucking chicken under his arm, wrapped >> > > in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the store just wasn't good >> > > enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the bird in the >> > > basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking >> > > and eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >> > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >> > > >> > > Rose >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >> > >> >> > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce >> > >> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee >> > >> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the >> > >> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood >> > >> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the >> > >> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit >> > >> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was >> > >> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We >> > >> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she >> > >> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >> > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to >> > >> read Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She >> > >> made lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the >> > >> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her >> > >> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and >> > >> did not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >> > >> >> > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative >> > >> in the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the >> > >> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s >> > >> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I >> > >> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and >> > >> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put >> > >> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the >> > >> ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each >> > >> passenger. I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make >> > >> a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary >> > >> of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. >> > >> >> > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! 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