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– Marsha Hunt

Marsha Hunt

Wayton, AR

The smoke house ! Every house had one up on Wayton mountain where my grandparents lived. I remember hog days – not my favorite time- going from house to house, of course the women and girls did not help at first that came later. The men took care of killing and dressing the hog. I think this is why everyone had a large tree around their house just to hang meat from. Once the hog the was dressed and butchered then into that smoke house it went. Oh the taste of farm raised, house smoked pork is unlike anything you can buy. The first time my husband had mountain smoked meat he was not a fan. oh to have the chance to have that on my plate now………