George William Curtin was a son of Cornelius C. Curtin and Sarah Margaret Molohon, natives of Ireland. He was married to Caroline Gertrude Longworth on 12 August 1919 in Taylorville, Christian Co., IL. They were the parents of two children: Rita and Edward J.
I remember George W. Curtin and his family from my childhood. He had a farm in Gardner Township near Springfield where he raised chickens which I think were Rhode Island Reds. He had a loyal following of customers, and we were among them. Once a week, he would deliver eggs to our home, and sometimes his son Eddie would help him with the deliveries.
On one occasion, I remember riding with my mother to the Curtin farm. We left with a chicken in a wooden crate. Thinking that we had a new pet, I was absolutely delighted. We drove straight to Springfield Produce and dropped the chicken off. We were told to "pick it up later." I was crushed when we went back, and I discovered that the chicken was going to be our dinner.
Mr. Curtin is gone, but not forgotten.
I remember George W. Curtin and his family from my childhood. He had a farm in Gardner Township near Springfield where he raised chickens which I think were Rhode Island Reds. He had a loyal following of customers, and we were among them. Once a week, he would deliver eggs to our home, and sometimes his son Eddie would help him with the deliveries.
On one occasion, I remember riding with my mother to the Curtin farm. We left with a chicken in a wooden crate. Thinking that we had a new pet, I was absolutely delighted. We drove straight to Springfield Produce and dropped the chicken off. We were told to "pick it up later." I was crushed when we went back, and I discovered that the chicken was going to be our dinner.
Mr. Curtin is gone, but not forgotten.
George William Curtin was a son of Cornelius C. Curtin and Sarah Margaret Molohon, natives of Ireland. He was married to Caroline Gertrude Longworth on 12 August 1919 in Taylorville, Christian Co., IL. They were the parents of two children: Rita and Edward J.
I remember George W. Curtin and his family from my childhood. He had a farm in Gardner Township near Springfield where he raised chickens which I think were Rhode Island Reds. He had a loyal following of customers, and we were among them. Once a week, he would deliver eggs to our home, and sometimes his son Eddie would help him with the deliveries.
On one occasion, I remember riding with my mother to the Curtin farm. We left with a chicken in a wooden crate. Thinking that we had a new pet, I was absolutely delighted. We drove straight to Springfield Produce and dropped the chicken off. We were told to "pick it up later." I was crushed when we went back, and I discovered that the chicken was going to be our dinner.
Mr. Curtin is gone, but not forgotten.
I remember George W. Curtin and his family from my childhood. He had a farm in Gardner Township near Springfield where he raised chickens which I think were Rhode Island Reds. He had a loyal following of customers, and we were among them. Once a week, he would deliver eggs to our home, and sometimes his son Eddie would help him with the deliveries.
On one occasion, I remember riding with my mother to the Curtin farm. We left with a chicken in a wooden crate. Thinking that we had a new pet, I was absolutely delighted. We drove straight to Springfield Produce and dropped the chicken off. We were told to "pick it up later." I was crushed when we went back, and I discovered that the chicken was going to be our dinner.
Mr. Curtin is gone, but not forgotten.
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