Thursday, October 22, 2009

1907.……MY MOTHER AND HER PET ROOSTER


I AM HEADING OUT TO NEW YORK AGAIN. THE FOLLOWING ENTRY IS ONE THAT I'VE POSTED BEFORE SO I HOPE THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ IT BEFORE WILL FORGIVE ME. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE A NEW ENTRY AND I'VE ALWAYS LOVED THIS PICTURE AND THE CIRCUMSTANCES THAT SURROUND IT. (I'LL BE BACK TO REGULAR BLOGGING IN ABOUT A WEEK) !
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In January, 1907, this adorable picture of my mother and her pet rooster, Teddy, appeared in the “Boston Globe”, along with the following article:

“Roosters are not unknown as pets, but little Ruth P. of West Brattleboro, Vt., has an exceptional rooster, Teddy, in that he will allow her to do anything she may wish with him.

The way this little mistress manages her bird playfellow is extremely interesting. She never punishes him because he never needs a rebuke. She speaks to him in a quiet tone, but there is in her eyes a certain power of the will, a power which is rare in children, which forces him to submit to her kind, though sometimes odd, treatment.

In the morning he struts into the kitchen and with a jolly “crowing” he mounts the low table at Ruth’s command, steps into the washbowl and patiently submits to a sponging with soap and water. After shaking his feathers a bit he is dried off with a towel and then brushed until his coat shines bright and clean.

Then follows another of her favorite pastimes. She hitches Teddy to her small doll-cart and drives her noble steed by “gee” and “haw” out through the woodshed, down the front yard to the sidewalk for a jaunt... both child and bird with tiny white hoods crowning their heads.

Ruth has had this strange comrade for several years and has trained him entirely herself. Teddy shows a great fondness for his mistress and obeys her without the least hesitancy.”

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My mother lived to the grand age of 92 and, as one of her five daughters, I can attest to the fact that she “trained” us pretty much in the same way that she did Teddy!

5 Comments:

Blogger Tossing Pebbles in the Stream said...

A wonderful and almost unbelievable story. As one who has had chickens for years, I attest to them being rather stupid critters. That you mother could control this bird is quite remarkable.

I must revist my chicken coop and wonder of the possibilities. . . .

5:55 AM  
Blogger Syd said...

That is really cool. Nice to read about your mother and her rooster.
Have a good visit Ginnie.

8:37 AM  
Blogger kenju said...

Ginnie, I never read this before, so I am glad you posted it again!
What a cute story.

1:24 PM  
Blogger Anvilcloud said...

I don't remember this one. Of course, my memory isn't what it used to be.

6:10 PM  
Blogger azahar said...

I too had a pet rooster when I was in grade 6.

It was a gift from my grandpa really.

It was a huge cockerel with a shiny red plumage.

When I said huge, I really meant it. Once a hawk attacked his chicks. He immediately ran to the hawk and a big battle ensued. With feathers and dusts flying around, the hawk was clearly beaten. It flew away knowing that it had been beaten by a mean father!

The rooster won the first place in that year's Malaysian Agricultural Horticultural Expo.

7:10 PM  

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