Something someone said about all the Thanksgiving that her eyes have seen made me think 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 the meat cold in their smoke houses.My Daddy was like Atticus Finch. He didn’t hunt or shoot regularly but when he tossed off his glasses, raised t...
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