I remember going to grandma's and then always going over to Myrtles...And I remember whenever we had a dinner, I always looked for Alma's chicken from the chicken hut. Loved that chicken. Playing in the creek in front of Myrtles house. I remember the big weeping willow tree in the yard and we would help daddy mow and I always hated beating that thing out of the way before it smacked me in the face. I would like to take my kids there...I don't think I have been there since Grandma died!
Oh yeah, I remember the chicken house too Rita!
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