Obituary for a Chicken


Henrietta the Chicken

Born probably about 4 years ago- Died August 26th 2012

Henrietta, at least I think your name was Henrietta. I can’t really remember what I named you all when we moved in last year. But I’m pretty sure you were my favorite and I would have clearly named my favorite chicken Henrietta.

She was a loving chicken. If a chicken can be loving. She was the most vocal, anyway, when the 4 of them accidentally got locked out of their coop on their weekly afternoons in the yard. She was always the most friendly of the ladies, and would walk up to a child sitting on the ground and peck at their sweet little hands sending some of them running to their mothers in tears.

Henrietta passed away at the hands of our bird dog, Roscoe. While staying the weekend, my Well Intentioned Mother In Law let Henrietta out  of her coop at the same time as Roscoe Dog was out in the yard. Roscoe, being a born bird dog and a well bread English Springer Spaniel took her life somehow. I don’t know, I wasn’t even home.

She was found by my Well Intentioned Mother In Law and laid to rest under a cardboard box in the yard until my husband got home to move her to her final resting place, the garbage can. Luckily for her, it had recently been trash day so the garbage can was empty and clean.

Henrietta gave us months worth of delicious farm fresh eggs in the year we have known her. At least I’m pretty sure she did. They all lay their eggs in the same nesting box ,but I’m sure she contributed. She was my favorite after all.

Our first Eggs & Hazel in her Spica
Summer 2011

Henrietta is survived by the other three chickens out in the coop, all whom have names that I can’t remember.

RIP Henrietta.


We are Women, Hear us Laugh

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We are women, hear us laugh

We are family, hear us fight

We are sister, hear us whisper

We are sister in laws, see us unite

We are cousins, see us look alike

We are mothers, hear us pray

We are friends, see us hug

We are family, see us love

We are women, see us strong

Live, Laugh, Love and be Family.

Start traditions.

Keep traditions.

Laugh until you cry.

Cry until you laugh.

Text your best friend.

Honor your husband.

Call your mother.

Respect your Father.

Email your Mother-In -Law

Visit your Grandmother.

Let it be known, that we are Women, hear us laugh, see us strong and watch us rule the world one diaper change at a time.

Women are hard on Women by GrandMomopolyBeth


We Women ….are hard on each other

I am always amazed at the relationships between women,  they all appear to be difficult. Mothers and daughters;  sisters;  girlfriends; sport teammates; classmates;  later on co- workers;  Mother-in-laws  and especially ex- girlfriends of our significant other.

What is it about us, as a gender? I often wonder..

Why are we so hard on each other?

Young women are particularly hard on each other. By Young, I mean anyone under the age of 90. My 89 year old Mother-in-law says  she is still learning and trying to figure it all out

I watch young  women  comparing their looks to the magazines, criticizing each other  in very subtle ways  like  ” Oh really, Ben is not crawling yet?  Joey was crawling  at a much earlier age.”  or  ”  I think your child is  must be hyperactive. Look how he can’t keep still!!!”  ( the answer to THAT one,  when I got it, is “That’s because he is a BOY, and you only have girls!!)

The Face book thing, drives me nuts… Everyone  has the most perfect marriage, the best behaved kids,  and their husband  is over the top romantic, swoops into the house at the end of the day with flowers,   praising you for all you have accomplished during the day  and wanting to take over the cooking and child care.

Believe me, I know the truth. I have been married for 41 years. To the same man!!

Just for the record, if you did post regularly on your wall about your fights, and his faults and how bad His mother is, I would unfriend you immediately!!!! Facebook is public and not an appropriate venue for such personal venting and husband bashing.

Back to my original question.. Why ARE we so hard on each other?

1. Because we are so hard on ourselves

2. Women are petty by nature

3.We all operate out of our own hurts/pain

4.We are very hard on ourselves for not being perfect

5.We are created to be emotional beings so feel very deeply

6.Most, by nature are people pleasers

7.Living up to our own expectations is nearly impossible, let alone living up to others’

8. Not to mention the control issues,  as each of us needs to be in control of so much of our lives

So, we criticize,(ourselves and each other) we cry easily, we yell at our kids when they embarrass us and remind us we are not perfect Mothers, we yell at our husbands when really we just want to be held, we pick at each other’s family. And we are tired.

How can I change this? One of my favorite saying is ” BE the change you want to see in the world.”

What is my role, I can only change myself  so how do I start?

Years ago, I realized that most people do not intentionally try to hurt my feelings, so I decided that on purpose  I would not allow my feeling to get hurt.(Better at that sometimes than others)

I can be more accepting of individuality,  more  generous with honest appreciation and praise, less critical of myself and others and CELEBRATE  each other.              photo.JPG

In the celebration vein… This weekend the First Annual Celebration of the Women in our family will be taking place. My fabulous Daughter in law and Daughter have helped makes plans, that I don’t even know about. The Evite  says, ” A weekend for women only, no kids, lots of laughing, game playing, little sleeping, wine drinking, river walking, movie watching, food eating, team competing  Olympics.The sleep deprived  generation vs  the  rested and mostly retired!”

Live, Laugh, Love and be Family

Celebrating the beautiful individual woman each has been created to be!!!

May we each realize  how perfect and good we really are.


The change begins with me.

GrandMomopoly Beth