Mix the veggies, mash and bread Slop the hogs and fatten them up Gather the neighbors Set up the tables Dig a deep slant hole Build a Fire in the hole Place a grate over the fire Slide in a fifty-five gallon drum Fill the drum with water Open a bottle of homemade wine Children, go in the house Shoot a hog in the center of the head Bleed the hog with a stab in the heart Place the hog in the drum of hot water Scrape off all hair Hang in a tree over a tin tub Split down the belly and clean out Place hog on table and wash Cut hog into parts CALL THE WOMEN FOLK Help them carry the tin tub Clean intestines for packing Sausage and liver pudding. Save the leftovers and maws for CHITTERLINGS. Children, eat fresh fried meat-Go PLay
Amen sister, I was raised on a farm and still live on one, and I am not going to eat the pet pig, goat, rabbit, or even the pet chickens. My husband recently killed several game hens when we were going to have a cookout, as he handed me my small cornish hen...I had to ask, "which hens did you kill?" As I imagined the cute little hens that I had fed the day before, my appetite left...I just couldn't do it. I reminded myself of a youngster when I refused to eat squirrel, I just thought that this was horrible...and lets don't even talk about deer...oh my this could go on and on...I loved your write, brought back many memories of when mommy and mamaw cleaned the hogs when I was a little girl...
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2006
Me neither I was raised on a farm I couldn't eat the pet chicken, cow, or the pig I didn't care about the lamb it kicked me bad..... This is very good Louisa....
This is quite a description of the "ritual" in question. Believe it or not, it does bring back memories from my childhood on the Canadian northern prairies. Thank you for sharing, Louisa. Love and peace,
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)