4748 Rotisserie chicken in the cow pasture
Growing up I remember my mother commenting once that some of our cousins never went on picnics because the father though the only proper food for a picnic was roast chicken and it was just to much work. (They had seven kids).
I also remember an early boy scout experience where we took chicken on a camp out and I found out just how bad burned, undercooked, chicken really is!
Finally, I remember having cows run through our camp one night.
So this card strokes a lot of memories. Notice the calf looking around from behind her mother? The two wine bottles chilling in the water tank add that European feel.
Kunzli & Mainzer. Printed in Switzerland. Never mailed, but the typing on the back on one card indicates 1952 or 1953.
