On 8/19/2016 12:05 PM, Cindy Hamilton wrote:
> On Friday, August 19, 2016 at 11:24:15 AM UTC-4, Jill McQuown wrote:
>
>> I'm told Grandma Mac raised a few chickens. Seems odd in the middle of
>> a small town with no land to speak of. But hey, it was the Depression.
>> No one really cared about town ordinances about farm animals. Gotta eat.
>
> My great-grandmother raised chickens in her yard in Berkley, MI. It's
> a "suburb" now, but at the time it was a small town a few miles outside
> Detroit. This would have been in the 1930s or 1940s.
>
> Raising chickens in town is fashionable again.
>
Fashionable, perhaps. During the Depression it was a necessity. Eggs
to feed the family. The occasional killing of a chicken for Sunday dinner.

This was my paternal grandma's house:

http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/40...35517291_zpid/

The chicken coop was behind the house. Someone did a real number on
that place, horrible paint!

They didn't bother to photograph what (used to be) the best features of
the house. The wood finishes were fantastic. Mahogany, IIRC. The
dining room had a sweet little wood & glass pocket door to close it off
from the main living room. It had a built-in china hutch and drawers
for storing silver and table linens along one wall. And the house
has/had laundry chutes.

The house next door was my maternal grandma's house:

http://www.trulia.com/homes/Ohio/Mcd...onald-OH-44437

No mention of the two bedrooms in the completely finished attic... hmmmm.

Jill