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The 300-pound, man-eating chicken and more

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POSTED: October 8, 2013 11:00 p.m.

When we first moved to Liberty County in 1971, we met the owners of Fussell and Sons Furniture Company, an old business in Hinesville. We became very well-acquainted with Mr. and Mrs. Fussell and their son, Kenny.
Later, Kenny became a Liberty County Commissioner and, in 1994, opened the Fussell Bonding Company. In 1997, we purchased a mobile home from him for our mother, in which she still lives. Working with the city, Kenny and I became good friends. He lived in Long County and even built a home there years ago, which he later sold. He found that I loved to write. He did, also. He produced two books, “When Even Your Mama Can’t Help” in 2000 and “Chico’s Monkey Farm and Other Southern Tales” in 2002. I asked him a couple of years ago if I could use some of his stories for my articles. He graciously agreed.
Just recently, I found these two books and reread them. They are filled with good short stories from this area and some from his association with the bonding business. I am sure you will enjoy them also. Thanks, Kenny, for putting your memories into writing!
This is the story of the 300 pound, man-eating chicken:
“In our Southern area, fall meant the coming of the carnival. In the late 1960s the carnival or fair always set up in a large field at the edge of Hinesville. The smell of popcorn and hotdogs covered the entire town. The field was roped off and an area laid out for parking although most people walked. There was a section with rides, the Ferris Wheel, the Twister, the Screamer and the Swings to name a few. You’d eat three corn dogs, a barrel of cotton candy, a funnel cake, a candied apple washed down with a huge glass of flat Coke and then try and ride the rides and be sick for three days! From the top of the Ferris Wheel, one could see the clock on the Liberty County Courthouse and all the way to the old Ponderosa restaurant.
“The fair had one section for kiddy rides and another for games of chance. You remember throwing plastic rings at Coke bottles, those basketball games where the ball was the thickness of a dime, smaller than the hoop, all but impossible to make or hitting the milk bottle with a softball? The trouble was that the balls were really soft, and the bottles were made of lead!
“And then there was the show I liked best as a kid — the sideshow, or freak show as we knew it, a collection of raggedy, old, red tents and camper trailers. They had everything, even the Alligator Boy, whose body was covered with what appeared to be large scales. There was the bearded lady and the tattooed man. (I see the tattooed men and women every time I go to town. Did they all escape the carnival?) There was a tent filled with such things as a stuffed, two-headed cow, a two-headed snake, white deer and baboons with multicolored tails.
“There were several rip-off tents, as I called them. One had a sign with a man holding a small horse in his hand. Once inside, the pony was 24 inches tall. When I confronted the man about the picture, he told me, ‘Kid, if there was a man as big as the one on that sign, he could hold that horse in his hand.’
“The one I liked best had a sign which showed a huge chicken holding down a man with one foot and ripping the man’s flesh off. The sign on the tent read: ‘See the 300-pound man-eating chicken. Ticket 1 quarter.’ I paid my quarter and went inside the tent. There was a 300-pound man sitting on a chair, eating a bucket of chicken from a local fast-food store!
“One year, when I was a pre-teen and had an opinion about everything, there was a tent in a dark corner that held the fair’s main attraction. It held a wild man captured in the Florida Everglades. He was the missing link between man and beast. My friend and I talked it over for a long time and finally got up the courage — and $1.50  — for the ticket. Inside, the ground was covered with straw, and in the center of the tent was a structure with a set of stairs to a platform circling a large tank covered with metal bars. Animal bones covered the floor of the dim pit. A creature covered in animal skin was huddled against one side of the pen. It had long hair halfway down its back. Its face was covered with hair and it was covered with dirt. The people laughed and made fun of the creature. Some tossed peanuts and parts of candied apples to him.
“My friend and I did our share of picking. In response, he would scream, throw objects back and run around the pen. We had been in the pen about half an hour when I noticed something strange about the wild man. Around his left arm was a tan line where a watch had been worn. My friend and I began shouting ‘fake’ and told everyone who came in.
“After several minutes, the wild man leapt up, caught the bars and pulled his face to us and, in a voice that sounded just like the man who worked at the local SOC station, said, ‘You two had better get the *&*# out of here before I come out there and fix you!’ The thing was, my friend was the son of a police officer, and when we let the creature know that, an arrangement was made to get us free admission to the fair and all of its rides for the next three days.
“At the end of its run, as we watched them take the carnival down, we noticed a fellow with long hair who looked a lot like the wild man driving the truck that held the Twister. Even today, when I smell popcorn or taste cotton candy, I can’t help thinking about the Wildman of the Everglades.”
After reading Kenny’s recollections of the fair and the “fake” freak shows, I remember a story told to me by someone who was involved with the prank. Many years ago, the circus, fair or carnival was set up in a vacant lot near the railroad in Ludowici. For some reason, or just to be young boys wanting to pull a prank, some of them tied the tent ropes, using extra rope, to the boxcar that was parked on the train track. When the train pulled out, the whole huge circus tent went with it and all the animals were scattered. That was some more prank! I used to know who the boys were that did that but I have forgotten.
Come on, Long Countians responsible for this, admit who you are if you can remember that far back! It will soon be time for all the carnivals and fall fairs to come to town again.

 

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