Butchering
It's funny how, a simple phone call can bring random old memories back to life. I called my Pastor this afternoon to see if she was at the church. She said no we are at Mike's Dad's killing a hog. Chuckles you have to know my Pastor to get a laugh out of this but she is a Dallas Tx city girl. I'm sure there has never been any "hog killings" in her past.
So the random memory, it brought to mind was the cold winter days of long long ago when my family would kill a few hogs to put in the freezer. Big family day, everyone had a job to do and the day began at the crack of dawn which was also the crack of the sound of the rifle going off with the first kill of the day. My grandparents died in '82 and '84....but what I wouldn't give to spend one last day on the hill butchering hogs for the winter, with them.
IT's very hard to believe, that it has been 30 yrs since I heard their voices.
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