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Mom's Ducklings | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| (Note: This story isn't about the shop but it does sort of relate since Mom ran the shop while Dad worked another job an we did sell ducklings at the shop every Easter. I think you'll enjoy this one.) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| When my kids were still little Mom and Dad
retired to a cabin up in the mountains in West Virginia.
Dad had a pond there. One weekend Mom said something
teasing me and I told her she'd better watch as Easter
was coming and I was going to buy her some ducklings if
she didn't quit the teasing right then. My sister loved the idea. On Maundy Tuesday she showed up at the house with 5 little ducklings for us to keep until Sunday when we all went to the cabin for Easter dinner. We have video of the kids playing with the ducklings while they (the ducks) jumped in and out of a box and a large pan of water in our kitchen. Watching the kids with the ducks reminded me of those times I spent chasing ducklings around the shop. We used up a lot of paper towels and tissues that week. Easter morning we gave Mom the ducks and she loved them instantly. As they grew up, they'd follow her around in the evenings from the pond to the pen where she locked them up every night. The next morning she'd let them out to play at the pond. And they'd often follow her around whenever she went outside until twilight when it was time to pen them up again for the night. |
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She finally decided after a couple years that it was too much to keep up with them anymore. A petting zoo back in Winchester accepted the ducks and they became a part of their family. My kids had loved them. Mom loved them enough to give them to a better home where hundreds of people could enjoy them. And I can still imagine little kids chasing the ducks and then their progeny around the petting zoo. Just as a little boy and his sister chased them around a pet shop on Sunday mornings. And then the little boy grew up. And his children chased the ducks around a kitchen floor years later. Maybe those children and adults will read this someday. Just maybe they'll realize how much the ducks, spending time with Dad and my sister, then my own children, my Mom, and those wonderful memories meant to me. |
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| Related Article - The Ducklings Get Loose | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| What? My Family? You want to hear more? Here's an article I wrote for another site about my Granddaddy Snyder you might really like. GrandDaddy Go "Boom" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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