The Execution of Penny
My paternal grandparents, Gaga and Pom Pom, lived on a little farm in Athens. Pennsylvania. Pom Pom raised chickens and had a big garden. We visited every summer for our vacation. The chickens were especially fascinating for me, an animal lover from the get-go. Gaga let me help her collect eggs, which was a big adventure to me. Sometimes a hen would still be sitting on her nest and I would call Gaga for help. I was afraid of being pecked. I also followed my grandfather to the garden to “help.” He was especially proud of his tomatoes, but my favorite thing was helping pick the raspberries he grew. He’d laugh and tell me not to eat too many or their wouldn’t be enough for Gaga’s raspberry cobbler. One summer I took a fancy to a little hen. I don’t know why? I asked Pom Pom if I could have her for a pet. He said yes and I was thrilled. I named her Penny, probably from the story Henny Penny. I was less thrilled to have to leave her behind when we went home. We lived in town and in a