I Remember The Chicken Neck

My friend James Wyatt of Sipe Springs, Texas mentioned in his book someone who ate the chicken neck, bones and all. As is usual, this sparked a memory of my own.

My dad (Fred Stanley Davis) was born in 1930 and grew up at a time when the children waited for the adults to finish eating before they could come to the table. Once years ago we were all gathered around the table eating my mom’s fried chicken, and my grandfather (Marion Frank Davis) happened to be present.

Suddenly, Granddad looked at my dad and said, “Son, why aren’t you eating the neck? I thought you loved it.”

My dad, who was colorful with his language to say the least, looked up and without missing a beat said, “Hell, Daddy, by the time I got to the table, there was never anything left but the neck. I had to eat it to keep from starving to death!”

Photo from Hungrynez.com

About Fredda Jones

Fredda Davis Jones was raised “in the country” in Comanche County and learned very early that creativity and innovation are traits that can flourish even in small-town Texas and that with enough effort, indeed nothing is impossible, including being married to the same man for over 40 years! Rickey and Fredda have 2 children, 5 grandchildren, and a crazy life that includes sitting in the bleachers several times a week. The rest of her time is spent creating great content for texansunited.com and marketing small-town Texas.
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4 Responses to I Remember The Chicken Neck

  1. Maurene Thurman says:

    I enjoy these tales of yesteryear. Thanks.

    Brings back memories of things I had forgotten about.

  2. Sara Gernand says:

    I only visited Sipe Springs TX once in the 1950’s. My grandmother, Eleanor Foster Warrenfeltz, was my grandmother and I accompanied her to the annual Foster reunion. We stayed with her sister, Effie Foster. I remember James Wyatt. His mother, Ruby, was a niece of my grandmothers. I was a teenager at the time and James was too. He took the teens to DeLeon to a watermelon festival as I recall. I have been in touch with James over the years and I know that he built a house in Sipe Springs for his retirement. He sent a photo of it. I know he was in ill health. I remember that visit fondly as I met the most wonderful Texans and several of them visited my grandmother in Maryland where I live. In fact my grandmothers brother,Alonzo Foster, is buried in Wolfsville, Md with my grandmother and her husband.

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