Partly cloudy, windy, 30's. Clifton butchered a beef for Mr. Bohlen. David went to Stamford after medicine for cows. Boys cleaned out the barn. Doctored cows in pm. I wrote to Marilyn.
Comment: I don't think I was in on the butchering this time. I do remember a time when I helped Dad at Bohlen's and I was the executioner of a large yearling heifer. I shot her between the eyes with a .22 rifle from about two feet. She dropped like a stone. Amazing to me that I did that without a qualm at the time and now I hesitate to kill a fly.....there is more about butchering pigs and cows in blog entry. Gerry Hubbard's SongPoemStories: Kill It, Cook It, Eat It....Pistols And Pigs:
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