She tried raising the chickens in the back yard,
but the neighbors complained, so she moved them into the basement. Can you imagine what that did to the
house? For years afterwards, the entire
house smelled like chicken droppings. They got rid of the chickens, but they
never got rid of the smell.
And speaking of
chickens, one of the family legends concerned a chicken dinner at which there
was an unexpected guest, so that by the time the plate of chicken was passed to
Lola, all that was left was the tail.
She took it, uncomplaining as always, and professed to find it
delicious. So from then on, everybody saved their chicken tails for her, and
she ate them for the rest of her life.
The same story also
spawned a famous family quote. When she
was asked how she liked the tail, her answer was "It was good, what there
was of it." Then, afraid that sounded like a complaint, she added, "Oh,
there was enough of it, such as it was."
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