Simpler Days

I wish we could get Pa to kill a pig and smoke it in the smokehouse all winter with some wood chips and that while Ma hacked up the pig carcass, Pa could blow up the pig bladder so we could have some carefree childlike "fun," and then we'd happily toss around the inflated pig bladder like a balloon, and that we could put the curly-q pigtail on a carefully selected twig from The Big Woods and roast it over the campfire and watch the greasy piggie drippings sizzle as they fell into the fire, and then we could chew on the greasy tail and get piggie grease all over our little faces.

Life was easier back then. Plus: Gingham dresses!