A 'solid nickel' would buy a Baby Ruth the size of a good ear of corn and Jack's Cookies with the scalloped edges were 'twofers' aka two for a penny! Grandmother would take me out to the chicken yard with the .22 rifle and show me the old hen she wanted. She'd go back inside and I'd sit down by the net wire fence, poke the rifle through and rest it and when the old hen got just right....I put a slug through it's ear! I also ran the hens down on occasion and wrung their necks. Next operation was dipping the old hen or rooster in a pot of boiling water and pulling all the feathers off! I can still smell that odor on occasion! And we couldn't have iced teal unless the ICE MAN had come for the ICE BOX! Life was a helluva lot more simple in the '40s!
