“Mama never dried fruits or vegetables, but she shore canned ’em. We’d have more canned jars, (some 1/2 gallon) than you could shake a stick at, cause we had a pretty big bunch of boys.
One time just after school, a pheasant flew threw the kitchen window, took out 4 window panes, cleared the table and hit the wall on the other side. Mama had her mama visiting and it ’bout scared her to death. But mama wrung that succer’s neck, and put him in the sink. She had it cleaned before we got there and had him on cooking, met us on the porch and told us she had a
treat for supper. She had got a pheasant without going hunting.”