Dad’s homemade dried sausage was famous. At least with our family! Dad would make it, divide it up and give it to all of us. We all loved it, but no one more than Kevin. I actually found some under his pillow once because he was trying to hide it from us. Dad knew this and he would always give us a little more just for Kevin.
Kevin knew dad was failing and he wanted to make it with him to learn how before it was too late. He tried several times to schedule a sausage making date with him, but sadly it was never to be.
Kevin now has dad’s equipment and recipe, and tomorrow we will get together and try our best to duplicate it.
These pictures are from the last time that Mom, Dad, Linda, Nancy, Joyce and I made sausage together. Tomorrow we will be missing the key player and one on-looker… but we will keep the tradition alive.
