((Primarily based on actual experiences of 1961) (a Chick Evens story))
There have been a complete bunch of youngsters in the Gedgley loved ones, 3 boys and possibly as a lot of girls of St. Paul, Minnesota, and of the girls the cousin Fanny Kate Gedgley came to reside with them, her, and her mother. She became identified in the neighborhood that ran from Cayuga Street all along the Cemetery and down Jackson Street to Maryland Avenue, about a fantastic mile and a half-as the Chicken Coop Girl, mainly because in the Gedgley household there was no area for her and her mother to reside for the summer season of 1961 in the house, so they moved into the chicken coop they had fenced in, alongside of their house, and just across the empty lot was our house, exactly where me and my brother Mike and my mother and grandfather lived.
She became properly recognized in a quick period of time. On summer time evenings she went up and down our main neighborhood street, Cayuga Street, in the afternoons and close to twilight, with a handful of of her household members-her age, and she was my brother's age, about sixteen, wearing a light dress-most generally-that seemed to stick to her physique. She had long straggly brownish hair, thin as a board; watermelon seeds for eyes, and her ears have been as thin as potato chips; her skin was pale to dirty light brown.
On just about any weekend evening, she could had been sitting forth on the prowl, so it appeared till she caught my brother's eye, from which thereafter, she did not return to the likes of the neighborhood boys. She stuck with Mike. It was evident also, if anyone, her adventures in the neighborhood was lucrative. While I was normally curious, if that chicken coop would not acquire for her and my brother an endless quantity of new ailments.
When summer season was more than, and Mike had to go back to college, Fanny Kate had quit Higher College, and was about to move with her mother elsewhere, and her and Mike plunged in there, nevertheless clinging to one a further, and even marriage came up-the chicken coop girl was spiraled bobbing up and down in the sweet existing of the affair. Mike seemingly submerged like a tree with its roots deep into her future.
She could have believed of it as the most wonderful issue she had ever encountered, or possibly wanted to get married so she'd not have to return to that chicken coop someday-who's to say, but in any case, somehow it had lost its beauty for Mike, and a handful of weeks later, it fell beneath the eyes of my dear mother, who saw the disheveled remains of it, clutched in her obscure woman's hand, she dismissed it-and assured my brother (not so tenderly), the existing was as well narrow to survive in.
No: 639 (12-23-2010)
See Dennis' net web page: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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