Hog Killing



One day along the middle of November, Papa Thomas would say it was time to get things ready for the first cold day when we would kill hogs.  Or as the old folks would say, “The first day that is fitting”.  And believe me, when you put your feet on the floor on that morning you didn’t have to be told that today was the day.  Water had to be drawn, the kettles had to be filled and fire had to be started under the kettles.

By now the neighbor men were there and it all began.  I always hated the squeal of the animals.  We always killed three at a time.  The water in the kettles is boiling hot and after the men have killed and stuck the hogs, the put them down in the scalding water, head first and then the other end.

The knives they used had been sharpened to a fine edge and are used to scrape the hogs removing the hair.  When the men are finished with this chore, the hogs are hoisted up in a tree with their heads hanging down and then they are gutted and cleaned out.

Whoever is fixing dinner comes out and takes one of the big livers and a tender loin.  They then take these inside where they are fixed for dinner along with beans, potatoes, turnips, and greens along with a large pan of biscuits and corn bread.  There are also a Black Berry cobbler and a scratch cake for desert and to wash it down, there is black coffee and tea.

The hogs are then hung in the smokehouse where they drain overnight until all the body heat is gone.  Then they are cut up and heavily salted.  The salt is then rubbed into the meat that makes up the bacon, the shoulders, jowls, and hams.  Sausage is smoked with smoke from a small smoldering fire in the floor.  Only hickory wood is used and the fire is kept burning or smoking for about two weeks.

Each person, every child to the oldest person had a job to do and it was an important job.  Each person did their job because they knew if they didn’t that someone else would have to do your part for them.  And you weren’t about to let that happen.