Published in 1945, this book was a runaway hit selling over a million copies in its first year.
I’m typing up the review in the hopes that Stefanie at So Many Books blog will read it because she has just started to raise chickens!
I think she needs to read this old chestnut of a memoir when “Betty” marries Bob and they
move out west near Seattle, under the shade of the Olympic Mountains and begin a chicken ranch.
I read recently that 34% (37%?) of people know someone who is raising chickens! Do you?
Stefanie has started with four chicks, calling them the Dashwoods (cute.) Betty and Bob
started out with twelve Rhode Island Reds, some pullets, some cockerels (whatever they are) and SEVEN HUNDRED FIFTY BABY CHICKS.
Betty doesn’t leave out any of the ‘fun’ of turning an old wreck of a place into a clean shining farm with spotless outbuildings and brooder houses. And all the fun of getting up at four-thirty EVERY morning to feed the chickens, the turkeys, the pig, the . . . Did I mention that there’s no running water, no electricity?
The book is witty from start to finish, and maybe dated enough to be a bit politically incorrect, but bound to satisfy if you’re looking for a few evenings of fun.
The book was made into a movie, and unleashed several more movies featuring the unforgettable neighbors, Ma and Pa Kettle.
The book has never been out of print — available on amazon and on kindle. Easy.
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