Thanks for memory lane. I grew up on a Mid-West farm in Missouri. Every November, we would butcher a couple of hogs and/or a beef. There were six local families that would come together to help with each butchering day at our home. Then on to another neighbor the next week-end; so it took six week-ends to get to all the neighbors. Every one always had a big dinner(now lunch) at noon and we would get back home about dark.