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Originally Posted by humfrz
...Sorry for the ramble ........  |
As far as I'm concerned rambling is always welcome. Your story reminds me of one of my own....
After my Father passed away (my Mother had preceded him by a couple of years) my 2 sisters and I were cleaning out the old homestead. We were going through the shoeboxes of pictures my Mom had.
As we were going through a box marked "Elementary School Photos" my Sister started laughing hysterically. When we stared at her with a "what the @#$#$" look, she said "Only in our family would this be in the middle of a box of school photos".
It was two pictures, one of a slit open pig hung up by its feet in the aforementioned oak tree with my Father and me standing by it with knives.
The other was a photo of me with a male piglet pinned to the ground with it's legs back and my Father hovering over it getting ready to castrate it.
Good times....