Cracklings
(and other fatty delights)
In 1939 my best friend Lewis Blackwell, who was fourteen at the time, had the good fortune to land a steady Saturday job with our local general store. Although there may have been dozens of similar jo…
(and other fatty delights)
In 1939 my best friend Lewis Blackwell, who was fourteen at the time, had the good fortune to land a steady Saturday job with our local general store. Although there may have been dozens of similar jo…