I would bet that sprig of mistletoe hanging over my dining room entrance way that there are numerous Chambersburgers who remember the Chambersburg Poultry Market. The original Trenton Times ad was black and white. I hand colored it, adding a bit of autumnal colors and giving it a touch of nostalgic class.
My friend Carlo Benedetti recalls those many years ago when "fresh" produce meant just that:
Hi Tom, Yes I sure do remember the Chambersburg Poultry Market. It was on the next block from where we lived and as a toddler remember going there with my grandmom who
would with much care, choose a live chicken, have it killed and cleaned and then bring it home ready to be roasted. Talk about a fresh chicken! Memories that our children and grandchildren will never have!
THANKS, CARLO! Your recalling your early years also kindled a memory in my family history as I recall "fresh" produce. We had many chickens (and a few geese) at our Hartley Avenue homestead. I shudder as I recall my mom picking out a "Barred Rock" or "Rhode Island Red" chicken, binding it's feet, hanging it from the clothes line, and severing its head with a butcher knife! Then into the kitchen, pluck the chicken, remove the all the innards, save the gizzard, and into our kerosene oven. That would be our Sunday dinner. Mr.Suesseger down the street, used an ice pick, claiming that process caused the feathers in the bird to make the de-feathering process easier. Still neighbors, the Slabicki's, had a chopping block in the yard. One well placed hack and the job was done. Hey, times were tough back then and as I look back on those rural years in my Hamilton, I realize that those unsavory methods of preparing a dinner were indeed brutal, but quite necessary.
Hi Tom, Yes I sure do remember the Chambersburg Poultry Market. It was on the next block from where we lived and as a toddler remember going there with my grandmom who
would with much care, choose a live chicken, have it killed and cleaned and then bring it home ready to be roasted. Talk about a fresh chicken! Memories that our children and grandchildren will never have!
THANKS, CARLO! Your recalling your early years also kindled a memory in my family history as I recall "fresh" produce. We had many chickens (and a few geese) at our Hartley Avenue homestead. I shudder as I recall my mom picking out a "Barred Rock" or "Rhode Island Red" chicken, binding it's feet, hanging it from the clothes line, and severing its head with a butcher knife! Then into the kitchen, pluck the chicken, remove the all the innards, save the gizzard, and into our kerosene oven. That would be our Sunday dinner. Mr.Suesseger down the street, used an ice pick, claiming that process caused the feathers in the bird to make the de-feathering process easier. Still neighbors, the Slabicki's, had a chopping block in the yard. One well placed hack and the job was done. Hey, times were tough back then and as I look back on those rural years in my Hamilton, I realize that those unsavory methods of preparing a dinner were indeed brutal, but quite necessary.
Located across the street from
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Hi Tom, Yes I sure do remember the
ReplyDeleteChambersburg Poultry Market. It was on the next block from where we lived and as a toddler remember
going there with my grandmom who
would with much care, choose a live
chicken, have it killed and cleaned
and then bring it home ready to be roasted. Talk about a fresh chicken! Memories that our children
and grandchildren will never have!