which brings us to one of our favorite Thanksgiving family stories.......... I was a baby, and have to take everyone's word for it; but my sisters would never lie
Mom and the girls made a bunch of homemade jam and capped the jars with wax. They were stored on a shelf at the bottom of the basement steps. Apparently, everyone was a farmer back then; Pop had a few pigs, chickens, ect; and rats were not uncommon.
Well, somehow a rat got into the basement and chewed through the wax to get to the jam which obviously had everyone freaking out. Evidently the old man sat on the basement step for hours with a 12 ga.; LOL. he was a patient man.......... anyway, about 330 AM let him have it with both barrels; problem solved. My older brother's had to clean up the mess.