My mother in law whose family fled rural Poland ahead of the Nazi occupation, used to shake her head at us, raising chickens in the backyard. Growing up in a small rural village she worked hard to distance herself from the days of living with livestock and the hardships of life in the shtetl. When her beloved grandchildren proudly showed off their flock of hens, she could not believe this level of mishegaas. Ann was not a fan of our little home farm, not the chickens, not the garden, she even used to tell us that there was too much air where we lived. It was a bit like Zsa Zsa Gabor in the 60's TV show, Green Acres, except Beverly Hills was where she'd rather stay! Grandparent visits from Morris and Ann were full of cultural enlightenment for all parties. Margot and Dylan loved to visit them in their very urban home in West LA, where the family could walk to stores, and enjoy Ann's home cooking of gummy worm french toast. To be more clear, the kids loved the gummy worm concoction, and did not have to battle their parents for their fair share.
Yes, the kids are grown and living on their own, and I continue raising hens, growing a garden. I have a steady supply of eggs most of the year, and am about to harvest the first zucchini of the season. Does this make me Eddie Albert??
Buen Camino from Green Acres, CA!!