What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.
Showing posts with label big chicken. Show all posts
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Monday, July 18, 2011

The Big Chicken and The Big Turkey






The giant turkey and chicken are from my hometown, but they recently removed them much to the chagrin of the townspeople.  They had been there my entire life.  But, they moved them to a small town near me, so now I get to see them more often.  I've always wanted to take photos of and with them, but never had the nerve because it was on a very busy highway at a very, very busy intersection.  Now they are in a teeny town and we can get photos any time we want!  Yeah.  I am thinking Christmas Card photo of the family and the chicken.  Why not?  (My dream would be to ride that big chicken!)

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