tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post2642769286965950156..comments2024-03-26T19:09:09.890-05:00Comments on Backsies Is What There Is Not: Believe It Or Not, My Family Really Is CivilizedDyanne @ I Want Backsieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-47880952989761954982015-01-06T21:53:01.942-06:002015-01-06T21:53:01.942-06:00That's both comforting and frightening, Rachel...That's both comforting and frightening, Rachel!Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-18928903438194629362015-01-05T07:31:15.795-06:002015-01-05T07:31:15.795-06:00I love old family stories and pictures. Your title...I love old family stories and pictures. Your title reminded me of my family!Rachel (Diary of a Recovering Chocoholic)https://www.blogger.com/profile/06815146212020631568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-66624576516617854332014-10-05T17:36:46.536-05:002014-10-05T17:36:46.536-05:00They were so much fun! My brother and I always wan...They were so much fun! My brother and I always wanted to go live with them (they lived in a little town about an hour's drive away from us). I will never forget that look they exchanged when I was begging for that monkey. For just that moment, I was almost a monkey owner! Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-54500306731724968422014-10-05T11:48:36.429-05:002014-10-05T11:48:36.429-05:00You have the coolest aunts ever...and that photo i...You have the coolest aunts ever...and that photo is a treasure! I can only imagine the stories you would have to tell if they had said yes to the monkey. ;)KatBouskahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11556451375792958743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-1920305587570480832014-10-04T11:21:18.344-05:002014-10-04T11:21:18.344-05:00YES! This is the one! I wanted to include the part...YES! This is the one! I wanted to include the part about her namesake chicken at Zoe's, but I couldn't figure out how to get it in the story. Next time!Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-15460203460235156032014-10-04T11:20:35.934-05:002014-10-04T11:20:35.934-05:00Isn't that picture awesome to have, from a tim...Isn't that picture awesome to have, from a time when pictures were pretty rare? I really must write more about the two of them. Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-70894611836239935262014-10-04T11:19:47.930-05:002014-10-04T11:19:47.930-05:00It fell off a poultry truck in a storm? You can...It fell off a poultry truck in a storm? You can't make stuff like that up!<br /><br />Our upbringings were way too similar!Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-35029451702768193362014-10-04T11:18:52.949-05:002014-10-04T11:18:52.949-05:00My great aunts knew full well that my mom would ha...My great aunts knew full well that my mom would have KILLED them if they had bought the monkey, but I do remember them looking at each other and saying "Well..." <br /><br />My mom can't remember what the chicken's name was, which is a bummer. But naming your chicken (or MY chicken, as I think of it) "Daisy Dillon" is perfection!Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-57480185309260128712014-10-04T11:17:15.780-05:002014-10-04T11:17:15.780-05:00The monkey was the only limit I ever had.The monkey was the only limit I ever had.Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-78209998471246237872014-10-04T11:16:54.023-05:002014-10-04T11:16:54.023-05:00You would think they lived in a cave instead of a ...You would think they lived in a cave instead of a house, wouldn't you? (I'd say in a barn, but my friend Zoe actually DOES live in a barn.) Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-67278257368694904972014-10-04T11:15:58.930-05:002014-10-04T11:15:58.930-05:00I often wonder what happened to the pet chicken wh...I often wonder what happened to the pet chicken when it died. Hopefully, they didn't do what your cat did to your chick!Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-45711136800890132412014-10-03T17:04:34.699-05:002014-10-03T17:04:34.699-05:00Was this the aunt for whom Zoe named her chicken?Was this the aunt for whom Zoe named her chicken?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-23492739061745755982014-10-02T22:38:46.933-05:002014-10-02T22:38:46.933-05:00What a great post! I've loved the photo from ...What a great post! I've loved the photo from the first time you shared it, and now I feel like I know Daisy (and her sister) even better. Kristihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14136276061114462192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-77138044986308665422014-10-02T22:10:12.607-05:002014-10-02T22:10:12.607-05:00I love that photo. Something in her face says som...I love that photo. Something in her face says some part of her realized an indoor chicken roosting on the dining room chair really does suggest she might be a tad spoiled, but what the heck!<br />I too had a pet chicken. It fell off a poultry truck going through town during a bad storm. Thought she was a rooster and named her Fredrick. Yet another odd overlap in our midwestern histories!Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03485338098212307793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-62879090405938846592014-10-02T17:47:17.407-05:002014-10-02T17:47:17.407-05:00What no monkey? What was the chicken name? What no monkey? What was the chicken name? Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13864898827831713032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-29890305166332912772014-10-02T17:08:23.257-05:002014-10-02T17:08:23.257-05:00Very awesome! What great aunts you had. I guess th...Very awesome! What great aunts you had. I guess they did have limits, though.carol danielshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15199172053416419162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-14580140675972698402014-10-02T14:52:26.432-05:002014-10-02T14:52:26.432-05:00How fun! I guess I never heard of anyone letting ...How fun! I guess I never heard of anyone letting a pet chicken roost in the house before ... Glad they were such loving and caring relatives for you!Jerraleahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04303751802364926617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-62817863494960239012014-10-02T14:42:59.753-05:002014-10-02T14:42:59.753-05:00What a great story! Your aunt sounds quirky and fu...What a great story! Your aunt sounds quirky and fun. When I was about 8 or 9, somehow we acquired a baby chick. I kept it in my room, but didn't close the door at night because I was afraid of the dark. Our cat got the poor chick. I was bummed because I was supposed to bring it to school for show and tell and when I woke up, all that was left was the feet and the beak. Glad your aunt's chicken survived!Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13384130778135859102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-4658866630500857492014-10-02T12:43:20.571-05:002014-10-02T12:43:20.571-05:00Apparently not, Vanessa. And I grew up knowing she...Apparently not, Vanessa. And I grew up knowing she had had a pet chicken, but it wasn't until earlier this year that my mom casually mentioned the chicken slept on the back of a dining room chair!Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-44991953466635164822014-10-02T12:42:10.711-05:002014-10-02T12:42:10.711-05:00Thanks, Joy! She and her sister never said a cross...Thanks, Joy! She and her sister never said a cross word to me or my brother. Ever.Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-10182552926095771522014-10-02T12:41:16.189-05:002014-10-02T12:41:16.189-05:00Me, too, Christine! And I really wish my kids coul...Me, too, Christine! And I really wish my kids could have met them. Daisy died in 1983 and Ecie in 1978. Their brother, my grandfather, died 3 weeks after I was born.Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-75035189916312735152014-10-02T12:40:14.086-05:002014-10-02T12:40:14.086-05:00They were SUCH fun to be with! I need to write mor...They were SUCH fun to be with! I need to write more in-depth about them, as they were my "grandparents" on my mother's side.Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-71964241433138431832014-10-02T11:46:50.088-05:002014-10-02T11:46:50.088-05:00Doesn't everyone grow up with a chicken poopin...Doesn't everyone grow up with a chicken pooping in the house? This is a great story.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17664909801454351135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-81614466856039287872014-10-02T09:11:40.603-05:002014-10-02T09:11:40.603-05:00I never met her but I love her, both of them. Remi...I never met her but I love her, both of them. Reminds me of my grandmother and her siblings. They taught us to take care of each other. Lovely picture and post!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15170306739961711124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814181789754982227.post-54200421510953998332014-10-02T06:30:43.957-05:002014-10-02T06:30:43.957-05:00I wish I could have met your great aunts!I wish I could have met your great aunts!Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.com