Thanks Donna.
The grinder. That thing had a life of its own and it terrified me. You know how it had to be attached to the edge of a table and sometimes it came loose? Whoever was grinding had hold of only the handle and that thing was heavy! I can see it now, writhing to the floor with little pork sausage worms all in a row coming out of its insides. And somebody was still hanging on to the handle calling for help as it made its way to the floor, leaving behind little wormy tendrils as it fell.
I never did get assigned the job of the grinder handle turner. Thankful about that
