“How dear to the heart are the scenes of childhood,” especially when one can call them up without resort to fancy. Take Alfred Moretz at Boone for example. Fred Abernethy, Crouch Baldwin, T.S. Keever, and a few more were in a restaurant at Boone. Hugh D’Anna stood at the door half an hour telling aobut good pork sausage inside, but Alf was a little late and wanted only a cup of coffee. “Gold old pork sausage,” somebody repeated, borrowing the phrase. “Good old home-made mountain pork sausage—of course I want some,” Alfred declared, edging in. To a question, he gave the information that “good old, home-made mountain pork sausage differed from the other good old kinds because the hogs were fed on chestnuts.”
From the editorial page of The Hickory Daily Record, Oct. 15, 1921.
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