For a really clean chimney instead of a bush, a chicken was used, preferably a live one. The unnamed sadness I always felt in such surroundings would never have phased, till long after I was married, had children, and finally had belonged to a family. Granny sang to me the first song I ever heard. Aunt Ethel obviously knew the words. How would he know the difference?
The reasoning was that when you died they carried you out feet towards the door. She was born in Rutledge, and used to work as a medical lab technician. Auntie Ethel came to our house every Saturday. I once heard her bragging to a neighbour about my abilities. Anyway, he had the mandolin to keep both their spirits up.