tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post5226438328527324136..comments2024-01-18T21:01:52.308+10:00Comments on Earlier Years: Knitting, kneeling and killingcrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-27199340775565035992017-04-15T22:21:44.728+10:002017-04-15T22:21:44.728+10:00My grandmother and mom were big knitters when I wa...My grandmother and mom were big knitters when I was growing up. My grandmother taught me to crochet, and I later learned to knit on my own. It's definitely a meditative practice and a great carry-along craft!Molly of Molly's Canopyhttp://mollyscanopy.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-5146332122437731242017-04-15T10:57:00.553+10:002017-04-15T10:57:00.553+10:00I also am a knitter. My mom knitted squares she to...I also am a knitter. My mom knitted squares she told me during WWII, they were made into blankets to send to the soldiers. Jeanne Bryan Insalacohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04199669886414029814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-18577178552023764252017-04-15T10:55:44.293+10:002017-04-15T10:55:44.293+10:00My mom talks about her father killing hogs every f...My mom talks about her father killing hogs every fall, and every piece used for something. The meal at night would be scrambled eggs and brains... she said it was delicious. I think I'll pass and take her word for it. He cured the ham and sold most of it to support the farm.Jeanne Bryan Insalacohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04199669886414029814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-58126734511006259862017-04-15T10:32:35.050+10:002017-04-15T10:32:35.050+10:00I loved feeding meat in the mincer. It was usuall...I loved feeding meat in the mincer. It was usually the leftovers of the roast lamb which would then be made into a shepherd's pie the next night. There were only three of us, then two when my father died so food went a lot further than it would have in your house.lindamaycurryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07876359944965312653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-28464527892555637422017-04-14T21:49:08.345+10:002017-04-14T21:49:08.345+10:00Hi Carmel - I know we had chickens and remember th...Hi Carmel - I know we had chickens and remember the last of the feathers being burnt off with a match, and we hung our own pigs for bacon ... must have had ham too ... <br /><br />Knitting and I did not get on - I can't wear wool ... and I'm afraid communal kneeling wasn't done at home - at Church - til I fainted and need fresh air away from the incense ... <br /><br />Now a mincer - oh yes all the different sorts through the years ... and stubborn machinery ... lovely memories - cheers Hilary<br /><br />http://positiveletters.blogspot.co.uk/2017/04/l-is-for-legendary-beasts-of-britain.htmlHilary Melton-Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596532480645510678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-79041915138317979812017-04-14T11:13:42.060+10:002017-04-14T11:13:42.060+10:00Nothing like the Internet Archive for an endlessly...Nothing like the Internet Archive for an endlessly deep rabbit hole!crgalvinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-1130579799891169062017-04-14T11:11:26.105+10:002017-04-14T11:11:26.105+10:00Rabbits will feature in R but they are a pest in A...Rabbits will feature in R but they are a pest in Australia.crgalvinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-58082763799289587122017-04-14T06:41:32.353+10:002017-04-14T06:41:32.353+10:00My mother had a mincer. I do remember her using i...My mother had a mincer. I do remember her using it but I have no idea where it is now. You have led me astry with the Knitting link....there goes the weekend!Alex Dawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05083753053051713061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-44572245021734060282017-04-14T02:14:18.703+10:002017-04-14T02:14:18.703+10:00We didn't raise an serious livestock (though w...We didn't raise an serious livestock (though we went shares with my aunt and uncle on a sheep or two, and I think a cow at one point, but the animals lived at their place--and were butchered there) when I was a kid. But we did raise, and eat, rabbits. That was all on my brothers and me, and I'm not sure which put me off eating them more--having to kill them or cleaning their cages (well, it was the latter, actually). Mom had one of those meat grinders, but we didn't use it much that I remember.<br /><a href="http://www.ninjalibrarian.com/2017/04/atozchallenge-k-is-for-kitty-padgett.html" rel="nofollow">The Ninja Librarian’s Favorite Characters </a>Rebecca M. Douglasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07260530063164127746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-47132628655494845272017-04-13T15:46:04.048+10:002017-04-13T15:46:04.048+10:00We rarely had beef so mutton (lamb) and chicken we...We rarely had beef so mutton (lamb) and chicken were our more regular meals. Thanks for visiting again.crgalvinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-53928888762984736182017-04-13T12:38:25.403+10:002017-04-13T12:38:25.403+10:00We didn't have sheep on our farm, but we too h...We didn't have sheep on our farm, but we too had chickens, and I remember watching my Dadwith the old hens on the chopping block and my Mom and Grandma plucking the chickens. Sins they were not ever young, spring chickens, the stock pot was the best way to cook them, and that wasn't too often as the flock was fairly small. Most of our meat was beef. Daddy would always raise a steer or two for beef each year, but he usually sent them out to be butchered and packaged, so we were spared the meat preparation chores that you faced.Marcyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00336729074703850201noreply@blogger.com