The Chicken Family: Sort of like The Partridge Family, but with less talent and more husbands



I’ve told you stories about my family but I’ve never explained my family. This is because that’s complicated. But I’m feeling expansive tonight so what the heck, here goes. In short, it’s a big, messy, beautiful love story.

Let’s ease into it with this also familiar story line…

Here’s the story of a lovely lady

Who was bringing up three very lovely girls (and two boys)

All of them liked to fish and play cards like their mother

The youngest one was Mike

And here’s the story of a man named Butter

Who met the woman and her kids and fell in love

So they married and had my brother and became a happy family

(and here, folks, is where our story takes a hard left)

Until I showed up a few years later and ruined it for everyone

I hear I was a handful

First came divorce and then my father took my brother and me

To live with his Aunt who was about his age, don’t ask, it’s complicated

Who introduced him to another very lovely lady

Which is how I got my stepmom

My dad and she had three more kids, which made me almost the oldest

Except when I visited my mom and siblings

Where I metamorphosed into the baby (Gotta love me)

And that is why I often feel out of place

Because you can’t be almost oldest and simultaneously the youngest and be normal

Am I the bossy one, the spoiled one, the peacemaker?

How would I know?

I’m birth-order confused.

Then again, it’s sort of my super power. I’m highly adaptable.

I almost forgot to mention Tony, another lovely fellow

Who married my mom and become our Stepdad

It was a match made in heaven or at least the VFW

And finally we all lived happily ever after

Tony couldn’t have kids

But I forgot about the other father. The first father of this story.

He got married again, too, to Hazel

Another very lovely lady

And they had three lovely kids

This is crazy isn’t it?

It gets crazier.

Because my mother and Hazel, they became best friends

And that’s how I grew up with, essentially, 12 siblings, three fathers and three mothers, a bunch of German shepherds, a few generations of cats, and other assorted animals

Of course, three of those siblings were not actually related to me, it just seemed that way

It was siblinghood by proximity

Until I went through puberty and decided I liked one of them

Like “LIKE” liked. So we went out.

It didn’t last long.

But I had you going there for a minute, didn’t I?

And now you understand me

Chicken out












  9 comments for “The Chicken Family: Sort of like The Partridge Family, but with less talent and more husbands

  1. jenny_o
    December 13, 2019 at 4:25 am

    You’re right, that IS complicated! I’m glad you did the summary near the end there. But it’s also a testament, I believe, to people being determined to not just stick it out in an unhappy marriage, for the sake of saying they stuck it out, but moving on and finding partners they could be happier with, and also a testament to blended families and the resilience of kids.

    I loved The Brady Bunch. It was a more innocent time in TV. And I love your own story.


  2. Doug in Oakland
    December 13, 2019 at 6:13 am

    Awesome story and a great example of what Daniel Quinn (him again!) meant when he said that there’s no one right way to live.


    • December 13, 2019 at 12:39 pm

      I was thinking that Daniel Quinn has come up on this blog before but I couldn’t find the post where we talked about him.


  3. Joanne Noragon
    December 14, 2019 at 1:33 am

    Once a woman worked for us; a sewer. Her adopted daughter married one of her husband’s sons. I wanted to keep track of her, but she had a fight with my sister, and that was over. I may look her up someday.


  4. Doug in Oakland
    December 15, 2019 at 7:26 am

    We made it. We’re here. It’s snowing. I’m thrilled.


    • December 17, 2019 at 3:35 am

      Yay! Doug Posted Again! I’m so glad to hear it. I also heard that yesterday was your Birthday? Happy Birthday-here’s to new beginnings. You could start a blog to celebrate. hint hint:-)


  5. former70schild
    January 11, 2020 at 12:16 pm

    Wow, I had to read that twice! It’s a fascinating story. I have a bunch of step sisters and brothers, but my path is not nearly as winding as yours.


    • January 14, 2020 at 2:01 am

      Hi former70schild…I’m a former70schild too! And yes, my famlly tree is more like a small forest but sounds like you know what I’m talking about:-)


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