Marie's postcards. This one looks like it could be the Folk Art
of C.W. Conners, but it isn't. The name
is CUTTIN OUT THE MEAT, what used to be southern tradition on cold
mornings.
When they killed a pig or cow
everybody knew their job.
That reminds me, the job that kills live stock for
processing: I read that it has a high
turnover rate. Snuffing the life out of
something with furry innocent eyes will get to a person.
One time recently, someone, I forgot who, told me last
winter they killed three pigs and packed
up their parts. I asked him did he give
the pigs names and he sadly said yes.
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