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Wow! The closest I came to that sort of thing was watching Mom catch a chicken, cut off its head, dip it in scalding water to loosen its feathers and then pluck it. I hated the smell of the scalded chicken feathers. She always did that outside to keep from stinking up the kitchen. After it was plucked, I would watch her clean it out, all the time declaring that I would never do such a thing. As far as I was concerned hams, pork chops, beef roasts and hamburger all came from Milgram's.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 4, 2012 at 7:09 PM
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A whole lot of work went behind it all. It's fun to learn about different ways of life.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on February 4, 2012 at 12:16 PM
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interesting story wish I could at least relate to it, how do you do it?
posted by
Lanetay
on February 4, 2012 at 7:42 AM
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Sam444
Me too. I still can. I can't do it as much as I want. 
posted by
Justi
on February 4, 2012 at 5:40 AM
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Utah Jay
Wow you did have it done up well. We didn't raise sheep. We did have beef. Deer were in other counties but not ours. I just made a new venison marinade that is awesome. Thanks for reading.
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Justi
on February 4, 2012 at 5:39 AM
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We did it much the same way, I love cracklings. We also butchered a sheep in the spring, and of course on the ranch we always had home raised beef. In the winter we lived on deer meat and bottled fish, trout we caught through the summer.
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UtahJay
on February 3, 2012 at 9:25 PM
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I could smell the sausages, too! How wonderful that your mother wanted to be certain you were prepared! Canning is a chore but the benefits far out weigh the work for me! I loved knowing what I was feeding my kids when they were growing up! sam
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sam444
on February 3, 2012 at 7:23 PM
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Nautikos
You have never tasted such great sausage as my mama could make and then they were smoked. So magnificant.
posted by
Justi
on February 3, 2012 at 6:09 PM
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Justi
I love it! I can smell the sausages, the ham and the bacon...
posted by
Nautikos
on February 3, 2012 at 6:03 PM
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Great memory. Reminds me of visiting aunt, uncle and cousins on their farm.
posted by
reasons
on February 3, 2012 at 5:43 PM
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back in 1964 we took a road trip to mexico city to visit relatives.....my grandma had bought a hog and fattened it up and then butchered it right before we arrived....we had so much pork.....even with so many relatives.....
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Annicita
on February 3, 2012 at 4:25 PM
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I'l say that Justi it was humane to shoot them, I never liked thinking about the knife. You really got us amongst the action. Rather more organised than most. Good post
posted by
C_C_T
on February 3, 2012 at 11:56 AM
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Justi, this is an excellent post! These memories of yours are page-turners! Kudos!!
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adnohr
on February 3, 2012 at 10:27 AM
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