Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
You’d be surprised just how many of us “old timers” are still around. Guess what? We grew up eating all the bacon, eggs, steaks and sausages they think are so very bad for us. Just ask our opinion, if you will. We feel that it’s perhaps not the food but the stuff they add to it before we even get it.
I just have to quote from one reader, Lola Mae Tornedens: “When I was a child (I’ll be 91 in just a few days) back in the ‘20s, my grandfather had what he called “butchering day.” On Jan. 1 every year, he had everything fixed and ready for butchering pigs and hogs. One year, we had 27 pigs hanging on the rack after the day was completed. That was from 8 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. This was for seven or eight families’ winter supply of pork. Everyone had a job to do — even the children. It was work, of course, but everyone enjoyed it.”
She added “I can still see that rack of pig carcasses hanging there to cool.”
Note: I called her just now to ask if I could use her name. She told me that her grandfather also had a smoke house and, if they wanted, he smoked their meats for them.
She added no one ever locked their doors. One day, as she was returning home, two strange girls came out of her front door and asked her about the bathroom. They couldn’t find it. “Of course not. It was the little shanty out back.”
She’s also very concerned, as most of us elderly (especially) are, about our children and how much they are missing. But, I think we’ll talk about that next week.
Thanks so much for writing, Lola Mae. It was such a pleasure visiting with you. Have a great birthday.
Our kids are back in school again. Please tune then them in, listen to what they say, really hear them and let them know you do.
Bye, now. Love you.
— Aunt Norie, PO Box 265, Tonganoxie, KS 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org