Day 8: A vivid childhood memory—chickens are not sweet. They kind of scare me.

I have been chased by a headless chicken.

All of sudden, the memory floats to the front of my mind: I see those little sticky legs, its flapping wings, its giant feathery chest—and yes, no head on that creature—and I laugh.

My dad’s side of the family is from the middle of Kansas. My grandparents, Ike and Helen, lived in a tiny little town called Lehigh. A town so small the high school closed two years after my dad’s graduating class in 1966. There was a post office, a car wash, and a Coop. That’s all folks.

I spent a great deal of time with my grandparents in the summers. Lehigh sat 40 minutes north of Newton, the town I grew up in until I was ten-years-old. I stayed a whole week in Lehigh every summer, going to their Mennonite Church’s Bible school, hanging out at my Aunt Joyce’s farm when I wasn’t in church or with grandma, and that’s where I encountered Ms. Headless Chicken, herself, ready to pounce on me.

One summer my cousins Leslie and Laura drove up from Oklahoma and spent the entire week with me and my grandparents. We learned about the farm. I remember the bull escaping from the pasture, holding my breath as Uncle Gerald worked him back behind the safety of the fence. My cousins and I tamed the farm kitties. We picked beans from the garden and prepped them for dinner. The cutest red calf cinnamon was born. His momma didn’t want him, so we helped out bottle feeding and bonded with him.

Back to those pesky scheming chickens. Well, they were being prepared for dinner(to put it nicely). I tried to hang back, far out of the way, but curiosity got me and I walked down the path from the house to the chicken coop, beyond the pigs and I saw it—a wild headless chicken flapping and flying straight my way! I think I screamed. I turned and I ran and that darn chicken chased me down the path, me thinking, it was part ghost part chicken not wanting to let go of life, wanting to get me somehow. It ran half way up the trail—Finally! Finally it fell limp. My cousins laughed. Leslie was always the super brave one.

“You can stop running Erika. The chicken is gone.”

Anyway (taking a big giant breath) I’ll never forget that summer. I love my family. I miss my family. We’re now scattered all over the place and it’s so hard to see each other.

Miss you cousins! Miss you aunts and uncles! I’ll never forget our memories together.

About Erika Beebe

Author, dreamer, and a momma to a couple of wonderful kids, I try to live life everyday in hope and inspire others along my way.

Posted on March 29, 2013, in cloud nine girl, Erika Beebe, lehigh kansas, memory on a farm, missing my family, newton. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. OMG, that would scare me too. Great story.

  2. Thank you Jennifer. ;0)

  3. If you were scared, just think of that POOR CHICKEN! From your Vegan friend, Virginia

  4. You are so right, Virginia. She was probably just as scared as I was. Sigh. Thank you for dropping in! It means a lot to me. ~Erika

  5. Ah, the memories! I remember Lehigh fondly! 🙂 Funny that you should blog about this today because J was just recounting his own memories of being chased by headless chickens as a kid to the boys this afternoon! lol Can't say I have ever been chased by a headless chicken before.

  6. Oh that is funny. You just never know what farm animals will do. I once thought I would love to live on a farm. We visited my Great Uncle Kenny's farm one time around Thanksgiving. Too much work when it was so cold out. I found out that I loved living in the suburbs much better. Never liked being licked by the cows. Thanks for sharing Erika. I had a good laugh.

  7. Maybe no to a headless chicken, but we've been on many other fun adventures out there together. LOLI hope your trip is going well! Tell the family hello and give them some big squeezes from me!

  8. Thanks for dropping in Laura!That's how I felt about horses as I got older. I really wanted one when I was young, but the more I learned, reality sunk in. Maybe someday when I have more time…Erika

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