Butchering Time and Other Things

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

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Back in the sixties when I was growing up, almost every family did its own butchering and ours was no different. When the weather got cool enough, my dad and some of the uncles would kill a couple of fattened hogs while the women folks got ready to put up some pork.

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