tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post5265503984377672998..comments2023-11-05T03:25:19.346-05:00Comments on Salisbury News: LEGENDARY COMMENTS BY GEORGE CHEVALLIER 12-10-16Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10469687445528023080noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post-88364434770467860832016-12-10T14:45:10.078-05:002016-12-10T14:45:10.078-05:00wonderful memories. wish we still had most of that...wonderful memories. wish we still had most of that independence we had back then...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post-65691569253946505872016-12-10T14:44:59.284-05:002016-12-10T14:44:59.284-05:00I am a native of the Eastern Shore (specifically W...I am a native of the Eastern Shore (specifically Wicomico County), meaning I was born here and have lived here my entire life. When I converse with my friends who are also natives, we all agree one the things that disgusts us the most are people who move here from New Jersey, Baltimore, New York, PA, etc., live here for a year or two and try to act like they have lived here their entire lives. They will never truly fit it and they stick out like a sore thumb. <br />If you move to the Eastern Shore, relax and don't drive like you are on some beltway around DC or New Jersey. Allow more that a half car length when you follow someone who is driving the legal limit. Don't try to change the Eastern Shore into some major metropolitan area. <br />Don't criticize open land and farming. Don't pretend you know the history of the area when you don't. In general, don't try to change the things that we natives have enjoyed our entire lives. Take life a little slower. If you do these things, you are more likely to be accepted and respected.<br />And yes I have good friends who have moved here from areas of Baltimore, PA, etc.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post-68733966637739706262016-12-10T14:34:13.299-05:002016-12-10T14:34:13.299-05:00Thanks Joe for continuing this stories of the East...Thanks Joe for continuing this stories of the Eastern Shore and country living that George started by you giving him that opportunity. They bring back a lot of good memories and of a lot of challenges I had to overcome. Again my appreciation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post-67993418487035058492016-12-10T10:51:58.801-05:002016-12-10T10:51:58.801-05:00Mom used to go to a store down the street across 5...Mom used to go to a store down the street across 50 from the current SPD & buy really old chickens.Probably retired laying hens 3 or 4 years old maybe?They made outstanding chicken & dumplings.The dressed weight was at least 10 pounds.Too tough to fry & eat but fantastic in a slow cooker.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post-68500258133071920392016-12-10T10:28:00.540-05:002016-12-10T10:28:00.540-05:00I grew up in West Virginia and the same things app...I grew up in West Virginia and the same things applied. We all took care of each other. We raised our chickens, cows for milk, pigs for meat and lots of wild life. We are very proud people. I guess that's why we are called RED NECKS. Here on the shore we are called SHORE Billys. YES and proud of it.<br />When we got married and my husband insisted we move to Salisbury where he was raised I couldn't understand older people wanting to tear down the Bay Bridge...It didn't take long to understand why!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post-5364939294438266412016-12-10T09:49:03.008-05:002016-12-10T09:49:03.008-05:00Aah, The good old days.Aah, The good old days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31586983.post-62582833456880411072016-12-10T09:20:19.389-05:002016-12-10T09:20:19.389-05:00I remember my grandmother grew broiler chickens, a...I remember my grandmother grew broiler chickens, about 800 or so, which was a lot of chickens back then. The feed was delivered by Eagle Mills, in Pocomoke, and she always asked that the feed bags be the kind of cloth with the patterns on them. She made dresses, curtains, tablecloths and other items. She also had about 30 laying hens for eggs. We would gather eggs all week, sort and clean them and on Saturday my grandfather would take them to town to sell. That egg money was about the only real cash I ever saw until I was about 9 or 10 years old.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com