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The wonderful picture by Stevan Dohanos center pages 52-53 [March/ April] could have been taken 70 years ago of my mother and me on a farm in Iowa. Every spring my dad got the brooder house all ready exactly like the one in the picture. I could hardly wait for him to come home with boxes of baby chicks.
My mother and I lovingly put the perfect fuzzy babies on the clean newspaper, under the hover warmed by a kerosene heater. These chicks were not sent out for Easter gifts! They were the future for our family —fresh eggs and fried chicken. Saturday nights my dad took crates of eggs to town to exchange for groceries. The chicks required one to two years of tender care before they were productive. It was my job to care for them as well as the older chickens. Not my favorite job!
Betty
Roswell, New Mexico
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