tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post2631172840234490155..comments2023-12-18T02:21:13.617-08:00Comments on Freckled Philologist: The Killing TimeFreckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-64820376034406804102013-12-14T01:21:39.505-08:002013-12-14T01:21:39.505-08:00Great article Mary! This tradition may sound a bit...Great article Mary! This tradition may sound a bit 'savage' but many years ago it was just a way of making a living. At least it was for my ancestors who could only feed from the animals they bred and from the products they grew in the field. Now, that my grandparents have grown older and don't feel motivated to care for the pigs, I know that something has started to desapear... I have done the killing of the pig with my parents and brother, though. However, I'm aware that the time when all the family and neighbours were reunited for this special occasion is over. At least, I'll try to mantain some of the esence...elisabethnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-29278454723370020412012-12-10T07:14:01.141-08:002012-12-10T07:14:01.141-08:00I like your post! As you tell is something cultura...I like your post! As you tell is something cultural and a party that you share with all the family. See you tomorrow!Laura García Gonzálezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16188150795526905027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-76025704940881754672012-12-09T06:28:45.032-08:002012-12-09T06:28:45.032-08:00Mis recuerdos infantiles están ligados a esos días...Mis recuerdos infantiles están ligados a esos días en los que los cerdos chillaban ya días antes de que mi abuelo se acercase a ellos con un largo cuchillo... crecíamos y nos enseñaban con hacerlo... nunca pude soportar ese grito de terror que lanzan porque saben que se van a morir. Un saludo mi querida amiga.CARLOShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16654339586928656650noreply@blogger.com