tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284597030233351185.post4425892746771490485..comments2024-02-04T19:01:49.455-06:00Comments on Itawamba Connections: Cold Enough to Kill a HogMona Robinson Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942686174431804604noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284597030233351185.post-24010808561378044652009-03-03T09:24:00.000-06:002009-03-03T09:24:00.000-06:00I remember butchering hogs just once and I know it...I remember butchering hogs just once and I know it was in the fall, but I don't remember it being all that cold but we had a freezer. I do remember the wonderful smell of the smokehouse fire and the delicious sausage that lasted all winter.Charley "Apple" Grabowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07193646109965731249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284597030233351185.post-91902468595649730312009-03-02T09:28:00.000-06:002009-03-02T09:28:00.000-06:00Mona, I want some of that fatback that laid on Gra...Mona, I want some of that fatback that laid on Granny Pearls Stove all the time. I once got on to dad about eating so much pork. It was not good for him. He said "yea my grandpa eat it every day of his life. and at 93 it killed him dead"Don Dulaneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17332375714278624730noreply@blogger.com