Pork Chop Day

During the Great Depression, people raised livestock in their backyards. Here’s a story my dad wrote about having pigs in Calumet Park, Illinois.

We never raised pigs when I was a kid. I saw one being butchered at a friend’s farm and I couldn’t eat pork for years. I guess I take after my dad.

Funny that eating homegrown chickens didn’t bother my dad. It sure bothered me. Like he said, “It’s like eating your friends.”

I hope you enjoy this true story from when my dad was a boy.

I’ll read another in a future blog.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Susan Manzke