Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Farmer and Hunter

My grandfather Ross Hannon was a farmer and a hunter. He and Jigs, the dog, hunted raccoon at night.  The dog would drive the raccoons up into a tree where they were easily shot.  My mother remembers that he got about 50 cents per hide.  The deer was butchered for the family to eat.  The picture is from 1952, when my grandfather supported his family of five with many different trades.  They were a poor farming family in Palermo, Maine doing what they could to get by.  Ross was a very friendly, helpful and well-liked man.  He and his neighbors helped each other when ever they could.  It was a tough life but family, friends and neighbors made it all bearable. 

1 comment:

  1. Gee, I wonder if my raccoon skin cap came from that door? ;-)