I know…not a likely topic for a blog post. Have I not mentioned before that my mind works in mysterious ways? Actually that is the topic for consideration this morning. I am already at the age where I often forget things, at least temporarily. Names, dates, why I went to the kitchen, seem to vanish from my memory bank for a moment and I have to consciously think about the information I need. I call these “overload moments”. They don’t occur often enough to worry me, but they are as fascinating as they are frustrating, because at other times my memory is flooded with too much information.
Such was the case this morning.
As some of you know, I also have a Caddo blog where I post articles from old newspapers, genealogy information, court and school records, etc. It’s my way of sharing the intriguing history of my adopted home town and helping people research their families. This morning I posted the “locals” from March 1901. Because there was a stock show that month, there were several items about pigs.
Well…that made me think of my granddaughter, who collects pigs, and then a memory popped up of the cute baby pigs we had when we lived on the Forestiere ranch in Highway City, CA, and then that set off a random chain of memories in my little mind.
We usually raised at least one pig if we lived anywhere with enough room for one. The first large animal I ever saw my dad butcher and process was a pig. I can still see it hanging by its feet in a tree in our front yard.
When we lived in the city a couple was arrested and fined for keeping a pig in a motel room. No, it wasn’t a cute little pot-bellied pig. It was a regular pig.
Gary’s cousins had a huge farm in Iowa. The photo shown here is of their pigs. They were the first pigs I had ever seen running loose in a pasture. He turned them out each day and put them in the barn at night. He played music for them on an old radio. Can’t remember why…
When I was a young girl I was attracted to a neighbor boy that my mom didn’t like. I remember that he was much older and not in school. One day she caught us standing by the pig pen talking and was outraged that he was smoking! Needless to say, that relationship ended then and there!
My mother used to cook pig brains and eggs for breakfast. Not one of my favorite menu items.
I have sat on a hard wooden bench for many hours listening to an auctioneer sell pigs…and wishing my daddy would hurry up and choose one!
Whenever anyone butchered a pig, my grandmother made a “delicacy” known as head cheese. Believe me, it has nothing to do with cheese and there is nothing delicate about it! It is a terrine or meat jelly made by boiling the head of a calf or pig. Thankfully the brain, eyes, and ears are removed first. I try not to remember the details or the smell, but the head is simmered and seasoned, and the resulting little bits of meat and gelatin form a big loaf that is later sliced cold and used for sandwiches. Yes…once, and once only. In my own defense, Gran didn’t tell me what it was first.
Charlotte’s Web is one of my very favorite children’s stories.
I could go on, but that is certainly enough to make my point. There is so much packed into our memory bank that I wonder why we don’t have “overload moments” more often. And I’ve always wondered why some memories are so very clear- complete with pictures and conversations- and others can’t seem to be found, even if I’m reminded of the event and date by someone else. Yes, my mind works in mysterious ways…ways I guess I am not supposed to understand.