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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Saturday Morning Routines** The familiar smell of wood smoke slowly filled my bedroom, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Through my window, I caught sight of the warm, flickering lights from the flambeau, casting dancing shadows on the walls. It was in that moment that I knew it was time to leave the warmth of my bed. The deep, gravelly voice of old man Sealy drifted up to me as he directed his right-hand man to place another log on the fire, ensuring it remained a blazing beacon of warmth. With a sense of purpose, I slipped into my trusty rubber rain boots, the ones I always wore for early morning adventures, and made my way toward the barn. The soft light of dawn was just beginning to break, illuminating the world in gentle hues of pink and gold. As I approached, I heard Pappy’s voice calling out, “Hey there, small point! Where do you think you’re going? You should be back in bed!” But I was determined. I wanted to witness the ritual of pigs being slaughtered, an experience that held both fascination and a sense of solemnity for me. Each Saturday morning, old man Sealy would carry out this age-old tradition on my granddad’s farm. It was a process that ensured the villagers had access to fresh meat—pork, beef, chicken, and lamb—straight from the heart of the countryside. Pappy had instilled in me a sense of purpose when he often said, "Do not handicap the children by making their lives easy." His words echoed in my mind as I made my way to the pig pens. I felt a mix of trepidation and excitement as I approached, ready to observe the harsh realities of farm life. As I stood there, I watched the pigs squirm and squeal violently, their cries filled with panic as they sensed what was coming. The lambs trembled nearby, their fearful eyes darting around as they desperately struggled against their fate. As a young child, I had always understood that these animals were raised to become food. Yet, with the passage of time and a deeper understanding of life and death, I now look back on those mornings with a blend of nostalgia and sadness. Despite the grim circumstances, I found joy in the camaraderie of those moments, particularly while grilling meat on a stick alongside the butcher's team, surrounded by laughter and stories of days gone by. These vivid childhood memories of the slaughterhouse remain with me, serving as a poignant reminder of the cycle of life and its complexities. What stories do you hold from your own childhood experiences? Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 201
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