An American Rooster sets up in France and starts cock-A-doodling in French!
When my Mother was 13, she made this little yellow pot-holder rooster. The delicate black stitches have remained straight and even. The button eye has kept its twinkle; only the red felt top is slightly weathered. When I left home 30 years ago, I took the pot holder out of my Mother’s kitchen drawer, where she kept her well-pressed tea towels, pot holders, and chocolate chips (she thought we would never find them there when we were kids.)
In France, the little yellow rooster is my mascot. It has seen five homes, and I can tell it likes this one the best!
1992— Chelsea came home from school, giggling, “Mommy, do you know what the rooster says in English?”
“Yes? Cock a doodle do!”
“Do you know how it goes in French?”
“You got me there. I never thought of that! You mean it goes differently than cock a doodle do?”
She bobbed her head, yes, bursting to tell me, “The rooster goes, CO CO RICO !!”
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