tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613585301584630832.post5130916979265155535..comments2024-03-27T15:13:11.468+00:00Comments on North Stoke: Tuesday 4th Octoberthelmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934860502828923562noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613585301584630832.post-37043926358672507112016-10-05T06:38:07.462+01:002016-10-05T06:38:07.462+01:00It must have a sad time as well. eating the 'f...It must have a sad time as well. eating the 'family friend', Bernie said the pig was hung outside in one of the sheds and the housewife would go in and slice some bacon off for a meal. When I was a child I was sent off to a farm in Wales, very near Bovey Belle, and the sow would come fishing with us down to the river.thelmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00934860502828923562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613585301584630832.post-44708113658601098122016-10-04T19:08:44.781+01:002016-10-04T19:08:44.781+01:00Killing a pig brought back such memories Thelma - ...Killing a pig brought back such memories Thelma - when I was a child we had a pig every year and when it was time to 'get in out of the way' (i e kill and process it all) as my mother called it, her sister - my Aunt Kate always came to stay and the two sisters did it together. I always got the job of taking small helpings of 'pigs fry' round to all the neighbours. (they did the same when they killed their pigs.)The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.com