Utah memory.

Utah


My Grandmother had a big white enamel wash-basin she used for a
bread pan. She would make what was to be 6 loaves of bread in it,
then she would cover it with an old white flour sack, like the ones
she used for dish towels. Pinned on with clothes pin around the rim,
she would set it somewhere it was warm to raise. One day after it was
made she set it on top of the roof of the truck to keep it out of the
reach of dogs and such to raise. My Uncle Phillip decided to run into
town, so he set the pan on an old orange crate my grandma had beside
the door to place things on that she had in her hands so she could
open the screen and then the door when her hands were full. Well the
chickens that were running around the yard found the bread pan and
proceded to eat the partly raised bread. Grandma had a fit, and us
kids were called to catch the darn chickens so Grandma could massage
their crops that were expanding to dangerous size. We had to do that
several times that day before the chickens finally passed the bread
throught their crops. Got my butt switched when I kaughed at the
chickens fat breasts. Grandma said it was not a laughing matter.
Maybe not then but it is now when I remember it.