One day Grand Pop and Dad were butchering a hog and they already dipped it in the hot water and were shaving the hair off it. They kept telling us kids to stay back out of the way, but we were so interested in the whole thing that we didn't listen very well.
Grand Pop stepped back to check his side of the pig and his big heel ended up on my big toe. I couldn't say anything because I wasn't supposed to be that close to him. After he said a few words to Dad about how they used to shave the pigs with a broken piece of glass, he finally moved and I went limping off.
They smoked all the meat in a little smoke house there at the farm and it smelled so good. I loved it when the breeze blew the smoke towards the house.
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