The smoke house on the farm during the 30's and 40's was an important building. How the little building smelled and promised us meals through out the fall and winter...
The smoke house on the farm
In my book, Rainy Days and Starry Nights, which you can get at Wilson County News, there is a story I wrote called “Old Black Cast Iron Pot”. This is a part of that story with some additional stuff. It is about the smoke house.
One of my favorite memories of my life on the farm when I was young was remembering the old smoke house that sat near out house. It was there when we moved to the farm in 1936. For some reason I have been thinking about the smoke house lately. Maybe it was that first norther that blew in last week. Even in the summer time when there was nothing in there, I loved to open the door and put my head in to just savor the smoky air in there!
I really liked “hog killing weather”. When the first norther blew in that was really cold we knew it was hog killing time. That was an exciting time at our farm. Starting early in the morning, a fire was started under the old black iron pot, and heated until it was boiling, and also fires were built under large barrel drums and filled with water. As Daddy started out to the pasture where the pigpens were I could see the .22 rifle under his arm, and I knew in a few minutes I would hear a shot. This was the part I dreaded. I held my ears, and ran in the house. Later, my brother Jr. called, “Lois they’re coming, they have the hog. Come on!” They drove up in a wagon with the hog lying on the floorboards.
There were usually some neighbors to help Daddy, and they would tie the carcass up by the hind legs, hanging from a tree, with a large block-and-tackle and slowly drop the carcass head down into the boiling water, going up and down until the hair on the hog was softened enough to begin the process of scraping the hog. Hogs are not skinned, like cattle, but the hair must be scraped off. As we got a little older, all of us kids had to help with that chore. I sure didn’t like it!
Later, the men would remove the head and entrails and would hang the carcass to drain. Afterwards, they would cut it into hams, shoulders, pork chops, bacon and ribs. We had a hand-powered grinder, which we used to make sausage. The part, which I hated, had to make the sausage casings ourselves. Of course these were made from the entrails, which were cleaned and boiled for a long time. In later years, I think they did buy them at the store. I was so glad. That was a gross job.
Still, the best remembrances are the smell of the smoking fires in the smoke house, as Mother and Daddy would hang the hams and slabs of bacon, to be smoked. I also loved the sight and smell of the rows of sausages hanging from the rafters. We had helped mother stuff the sausage, which she had mixed up in huge pans, adding sage, and other seasonings. Our job was to man the handle of the grinder, as someone would hold the casing to the spout the grinder put it through and then Mother or Daddy would tie a string to the end and pile it in a large pan to be hung in the smoke house later. To this day, I love the taste of smoked pork sausage, and it brings back great memories. I can still see what the smokehouse looked like inside, and what it smelled like. It was still there when they moved from the farm in 1957. Do people still have smokehouses today and butcher their own hogs and smoke the meats? I think not. They don’t know what they are missing!
As a child, I don't recall ever seeing a smokehouse although we ate a lot of smoked fish, ham, and bacon. I also don't recall seeing a hog butchered, but I did see my grandfather make head cheese from a pig head that he acquired and have watched cows being butchered.
With most people living in the city, so many of those time-tested farm practices are vanishing when we can buy cheap meat in the stores without having to go through the trouble.
About the clients and escorts who once were part of Professional Escorts of Marin County, California. The timeframe was from 1974 until 1990.
You will enjoy the easy to read book that gives a glimpse into escorting. Enjoy the read.
About the clients and escorts who once were part of Professional Escorts of Marin County, California. The timeframe was from 1974 until 1990.
You will enjoy the easy to read book that gives a glimpse into escorting. Enjoy the read.
