It was something someone said about all the Thanksgivings that her eyes have seen that made me start thinking about a couple of holidays.In the mountains, it was always the tradition to kill a fattened hog after the first hard freeze so people could store them in their smoke houses, keeping the meat cold.My Daddy was like Atticus Finch. He didn’t hunt or shoot regularly but when...
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