I love roosters—blame it on the farming genes from my father’s side of the family. Years ago I walked into a gift shop in Spring, Texas, and spotted a red metal rooster on display. The salesclerk caught me admiring it and asked if I had a rooster in my kitchen. I didn’t. I told her we had just moved into a new house that week and that I wasn’t sure how I wanted to decorate the kitchen. The lady insisted that I couldn’t leave the shop without a rooster. Then she spent the next half hour explaining that the kitchen is the heart of the home and every kitchen needed a rooster for good luck, health and prosperity—one can never have too many roosters in a house! I left the store with not one but three roosters.
Over the years I’ve added to my collection. Two moves ago while unpacking, I discovered a rooster drawing my father had done in high school, so I framed that and hung it my laundry room. I have rooster wall art, rooster dishes, rooster candle holders and rooster clocks. There are even roosters in the garden–not real ones.
I was forced to retire most of my roosters with our move to Houston—much to my husband’s dismay. We down-sized and there just aren’t enough walls and cabinets in the house to display all of them. But I am carrying on the tradition with my kids. When my son and daughter moved into their new apartments last fall, I sent them each a rooster to bless their new digs.
Surprisingly both kids have them on display, but they insisted one was enough and I shouldn’t send them anymore roosters. I guess I understand, considering that one day they’ll inherit my entire collection.
Do you have any roosters in your home?