It was the most exciting day of the year– better than the 4th of July picnic, better than her birthday..

That it happened all at church, well in the field the church owned– not the grave yard across the street from the church– but the big field out back–made it all the better, since church was the best place she knew. All summer it had flowers growing in it for the alter, but now, as the days got shorter, and the nights cooler– the field was mowed, and prepared..

The town had always been poor and rural, and the whole thing started one year, when instead of tithe, one poor farmer had donated the runt piglet of litter. In the fall, the grown hog was butchered – and roast and served up as a church supper.. It was the best fund raising event of the year- and the start of an annual tradition..

Times were better, and one hog wasn't enough– especially since everyone not only ate their fill, but brought along brown bags to fill for the rest of the week.– the price was by the bag size– and reasonable enough that there was a limit on how big a bag you could fill.
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Unlike all the vegetarians here-- you put hog and brown bag together, and I am thinking about eating roast pork!



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