The Outhouse Guard

Turkey chases family and company to the outhouse.

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It was about 1936 and times were pretty tough. Mother raised a few turkeys to be dressed and sold to get us a little money for Christmas. 

Of course we had a large "Prize Turkey Gobbler." He had a wide wingspread and enjoyed chasing me with wings spread as I carried a bucket of eggs.

He delighted in catching someone in the "outhouse" and wouldn't let them out. When you yelled for help he just gobbled all the louder and no one could hear you.

One day company came from several miles away. So of course the ladies headed for the little path. Shortly we heard "Old Tom" gobble, gobble, gobble out there, so all rushed out to shoo him away and rescue the ladies. Mother was so embarrassed.

Mrs. Gene Turner
Ponca City, Oklahoma


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