Munford was a rural town and most families had farm animals in their yards. The typical animals were chickens, goats, pigs and cows. It was common to raise the animals, treat them as pets, and then find them on the dinner table as part of the meal.
There was a General Store in downtown Munford with a full time butcher. Some families utilized the butcher all of the time, some only part of the time and then a few who relied on their farm animals or hunting and fishing for their food and never used the local butcher.
As for myself, the meat I had eaten throughout my life had come from markets. I knew the origin of the meat on my table, but I had little experience in observing an animal being slaughtered for food. There was no emotional attachment to the meat I ate.
That all changed one night at Sally's house. I had been invited for dinner and Sally's mom had prepared a delicious roast beef. We all sat around the dining room table enjoying the food when I complimented Sally's mom on the delicious roast beef. "Yes" she replied, "Ole Bessie tastes pretty good, doesn't she"? I stopped chewing my food immediately, and apparently had a shocked look on my face. All of Sally's family began laughing at me. "It's okay, you'll get used to it", Sally's mom told me. But I never did.