My father and turkey

         My father grew up on a turkey farm.

    It was not until he was in his 20's, living in a boarding house, working in the coal mines that he tasted turkey.

    He told the woman who ran the boarding house that it was the 'best chicken' he'd ever eaten.

    She had to take him into the kitchen and show him the turkey carcass before he believed her.

    He'd been told, growing up, that only 'city folks' liked turkey.

    You don't eat the cash crop when you live on a farm....