Life on the farm - butchering day (gross!)

Trivia Too

It was in the mid 40s and Christine and I had just returned from Atlanta, Georgia to live with her Mother on the farm.  One cold winter morning before I left for work at my photo studio I was told, “Mother and I will be over at Uncle Albert’s so come there when you get off work.”  She continued, “it is Butchering Day and we will be there for supper.”  Being a town boy, I had no idea what butchering day was.

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