Never had a cone when I needed one. But back in the ‘60s my sister and a cousin won 2 ducks at a ring toss game one summer. So they went back to the house, which was Grandma’s house for the vacation, and made up a little duck nest place in the mud room.
Well my uncle and I got up really early to go do some lake trout fishing and I went through the mud room with some equipment and I heard this noise and Grandma was up by this time because she was a very early riser, she came out to the “Duck Room” and ordered something in an understandable Czechoslovakian, which I never understood a single word that ever came out of her mouth... Anyway Grandma seized unto the ducks. Meanwhile... uncle and I are loading up his Nomad station wagon for the fishing, Grandma steps out to the back porch with a duck in each hand - cracked them like a whip and walked back into the mud room. Uncle turns to me saying, “well if we don’t catch any fish we got duck.”
Oh, Gawd! I’m sure that left a lasting impression, LOL!
My Mom and her cousins would send all of us kids to my Aunt Alice’s farm for the summer to get us out from under and out of the city. We were basically slave labor for her for the summer, but I learned to love Farm Livin’ for sure!
My mean Country Cousins had little Georgie take care of this adorable veal calf for the summer, and of course, he LOVED that little calf - and the mean Country Cousins made sure Georgie knew he was eating him when we had Veal for supper a few weeks later. :(
I’m still amazed that Georgie didn’t grow up to be a serial killer or a Vegetarian, LOL!