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So interesting and well written, Dear Kabu!
posted by
Katray2
on July 14, 2010 at 4:09 AM
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Kabuiepie-;)
Another great tale love and when I was in me cups as it were many years ago I'd also talk loud of me Irish ancestors and the fact I was desended from the Royal family of O'Galchabars or some such. LOL
posted by
WileyJohn
on July 10, 2010 at 1:54 PM
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Missed this...so I'm catching up to read part 2!
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on July 10, 2010 at 5:00 AM
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Kabu
More family history - I love it...
posted by
Nautikos
on July 8, 2010 at 7:21 PM
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My Grandma and Grandpa Jelinek had a smokehouse and raised, slaughtered, butchered and smoked their own meats for family use. Mom used to tell us stories about having to turn the intestines inside out and scrub them on the washboard so they could be used as casings for the sausages. She also always said they used everything on the hog except for the squeal. My husbands family on the farm still had a smokehouse in the 1960's before they retired from farming and moved to town. Their hams were wonderful. They also processed and canned their own beef in Mason jars. What hard workers people used to be.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 8, 2010 at 5:41 PM
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Susan
This is a fine story..there will be more? ?LB
posted by
MsJudy
on July 8, 2010 at 5:41 PM
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Quite interesting Kabu :-) xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on July 8, 2010 at 3:52 PM
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A lot of themes back then that are still relevant to this very day. When one thinks about it, some things never change...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on July 8, 2010 at 3:33 PM
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Interesting family
posted by
Lanetay
on July 8, 2010 at 3:19 PM
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Susan is such a good name. Never met a Susan I didn't like.
I remember when I lived on the farm the year I was 13, butchering day was hard and long: they salted and hung the hams in the smokehouse, cut and wrapped meat for the freezer, packing some of it in salt. It was one busy day, usually with snow on the ground. They'd carry it into the farmhouse kitchen before the meat had a chance to cool, where spices and the meat grinder had been set up before the blood was let. They cleaned the gut and used it to stuff the ground meat, and then it, too, went into the smokehouse. I never ate so well as that year on the farm.
posted by
Pat_B
on July 8, 2010 at 2:29 PM
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Is this the young woman you had commented me about having visions of, Grandmummy? Please do tell! Would you email me? I love you.
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on July 8, 2010 at 1:24 PM
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Was he Kabu? Is Wiley taking it easy? If he is I don't blame him. I could fall asleep on a clothes line. Incidently when one gets a good start in life it isn't so bad, one meets in the same circles well unless one jumps out of it. It is nearly 9 pm so I am going to shut the goose up and feed the stray cat, perhaps you are asleep so I won't wake you
posted by
C_C_T
on July 8, 2010 at 12:32 PM
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