Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Pioneer Life]
Later, when we got pigs, father smoked ham an' bacon for the winter. First after the hogs wuz killed, he'd make a heavy salt brine, then he'd rinse the hams an' sides in thet, an' then hold build a fire on the ground o' the smoke house an' hang the hams an' sides over it, an' thet would go on fer days an' days. 'Course he didn't hev only just fire enough to make a good smoke, an' he never us'd anythin' but crabapple or alder; mostly it wuz wild crabapple.
No, we didn't hev much amusement when I wuz a young girl. It wuz wicked to do most anythin' in them days. My father thought cards an' dancin' wuz the devil's own. Down on Clatsop Plains wuz where the Presbyterians built their mission, you know, I don't remember much about that. I think a Mr. Lewis Thompson started that. But I remember how good everybody wuz. I us'd to hear about a boy that went fishin' one Sunday to a place called Stanley Point. He caught a salmon, an' he had to pass the church goin' home with it an' his folks wuz there an' they scolded him terrible. He wuz tellin' somebody about it, an' they ask'd him what they did with the salmon, an' he sed, “Why they et it — they et every bit of it.” The Presbyterians us'd to preach fire an' brimstone all right, an' so did the Methodists and