February 03, 2008


Didn't sleep much last night. Not sure why, other than my brain never shut off. I'm not saying that it ever actually engaged... it was just stuck in the "ON" position.

Today, they're calling for rain. I type this as the sunlight blasts through my blinds. There are plenty of clouds in the sky, so there's a decent chance that it will happen later... it rained off and on for most of the night. Normally, that's relaxing...

I lay awake for long periods of time last night, just thinking. I'd been over to Eric's site, earlier, and he always seems to make folks think. Well, think and wonder. Whereas, I just tend to make folks wonder. Anyway, I was thinking about a post he had written about his dad and lessons he taught, and I got thinking of my childhood... and then my thoughts really started to wander.

While pondering lessons learned as a youngster, the rain falling steadily, I found myself thinking of the hog barn and the sows farrowing. And then the radio playing softly in the background, to keep the hogs at ease. The radio was set to WMAQ, 670 AM... and this was long before it became talk radio. It was still country at that time. "WMAQ is gonna make me rich!!!" They also played the White Sox games on air.

All night long, someone would be out in that barn, with the Statler Brothers, Dolly Parton, Crystal Gayle, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and other country "greats" sharing the warm smells of fresh straw and newly hatched piglets. The last year we did this, I remember "Every Which Way but Loose" was a hit... Eddie Rabbitt.

Now I'm thinking of the rabbits that we used to raise. Both for meat and show. Ma used to do some serious butchering on some rabbits. She and my pa had fined tuned it, and when Pa passed away, it didn't slow her much. Skinning and butchering were an art form.

Same with ducks and chickens (I thought I'd blogged it before, but I can't find it)... you get her and my (third) cousin's ma together, and they were a force to be reckoned with. (Yeah, that's a preposition hanging there...) They'd have tiles, field tiles (which are round tubes), standing on end... that was to bleed them out. Cut a head off, stuff'em in a tile, cut a head off, stuff'em in a tile. Next thing you know, they'd have'em dunked (in boiling water) and plucked. Then cut and gut... washed out, bagged, and you've got chicken in the freezer. 'Twas an impressive sight...

Ma and a good friend of hers also set up another disassembly line, once those little piglets got older. CASTRATION. One held the little boar wannabe, while the other sliced, stitched, and disinfected. Luckily, there was no saving of the oysters. I remember listening to the squeals of the little bastards, and then, once they were put down to go on their way, the new barrows walking away like nothing had happened.

I thought I heard thunder, but I can't tell if that's a train, or if it really is one of the gods whimpering. (The gods aren't nearly as vocal, out here, as they are back home.) But the thunder gets me jamming on one of my all time favorite tunes. I've been listening to this album alot, lately. It's a great way to jumpstart your day.

Now Eddie Rabbit is back... and I'm stuck with his tune. It's not a bad song, but c'mon... jumping between Slayer and Rabbitt? Raining Rabbits...

What the hell was the point of this yammering??? Oh yeah, I didn't sleep much. Perhaps I'm a little delirious. I don't know.

Eddie Rabbitt. Slayer. My Ma... the Rabbit Slayer.

Thank you for attending this morning's services. Don't forget to pay me your tithes and offerings.

Cookies will do, too...

Second thought: Maybe the message of this post was, "Don't jack with my ma. You'll be cut up and in the freezer before you know you're dead."

And maybe not...

Posted by That 1 Guy at February 3, 2008 01:24 PM | TrackBack

Only you could link that wonderful woman who is your Ma to a damned Bugs Bunny cartoon and make it sweet.

And cookies are on the way.

Posted by: Tammi at February 3, 2008 01:30 PM

Ain't got no cookies here... Would it piss of the god's to find some mountain oysters in the offerin' plate?

Posted by: RedNeck at February 4, 2008 04:20 PM

'Neck, that would piss this one off to no end.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 4, 2008 05:20 PM

Newly hatched piglets?

Did you grow some different sorta pigs there or what?

Posted by: ktreva at February 4, 2008 06:56 PM

BTW, my favorite Bugs Bunny cartoon of ALL TIME!

Posted by: ktreva at February 4, 2008 06:58 PM

.... I LOVE a rainy night!.......

Posted by: Eric at February 4, 2008 08:13 PM

Castration. Now that brings back memories of my childhood. Only I was the poor bastard who had to hold the little boar hog still during the cutting. And the scrawny little ones would bite me on the thigh. Man, that was a bloody, shitty job.

Posted by: Jerry at February 5, 2008 01:03 AM

Here all this time I thought you were a big city-slicker Marine.
A farm boy? Well, I never.

Posted by: Jean at February 5, 2008 09:57 PM

Nicely Done!! You nailed your descriptions! And the clip - nice touch! Although, I don't remember our rabbits being quite so gifted in the song and dance department... You didn't mention the running of the rabbits and chickens, "post axe". Now there is a sight... Ah, good times, good times.... :)

lil' sis

Spear and Magic Helmet? Yes! Ma-gic hel-met! And I'll give you a sam-ple...

Posted by: at February 6, 2008 11:11 AM