Past the Big Chicken by Ann Cockerill I would like to take the viewer past the Big Chicken into time. Once Marietta was a bustling place, filled with wagons of cotton, as the clock on the tall courthouse tower announced lunchtime. I played as child in the gated park with tall oak trees and swing sets. Turning the corner Lost Mountain Store was leased for a bale of cotton a year. Sherman, unable to take Kennesaw Mountain, marched around it to attack Atlanta. The Howell House on Kennesaw Ave. belonged to a friend's grandmother. At a spend the night party, she took us to an underground passageway where her ancestors had escaped the Yankees and had hidden their valuables. So much history and culture is in this city. The sweet smell of magnolias invites us to remember and go past the Big Chicken in time. |
