Your Thanksgiving story was quite good. As others, I sure enjoy your stories. I read the part about you feeding Tom Turkey to my husband. We both laughed out loud!
I had a similar situation with a steer my dad "gave" to me to raise. I named him Shiney and he was black with a white face. Then, we ate him. I was pretty unhappy and announced I would not be eating him. Well, that lasted about two meals, because I became really hungry. I lived on a farm and we raised a lot of our own food--veggies and meats. I too butchered many a chicken from catching them--to putting them in the freezer. I gathered the eggs also and once there was a skunk in the chicken coop---boy, did I run!!
I was raised in the 50's but do believe I was a decade or so behind most of society. My school had two teachers 1-4 and 8-12---note: no K. I had the biggest class ever in that school: 10!! I too became a teacher.
What a life--I feel I was really fortunate.
We could write the same story. Until 6th grade, I went to a 2 room school as well. I think I talked about it in one of my articles. Actually it was all one room but had folding door dividers. My mother was principal in the 'big room', while I was a student in the 'little room'. By the time I got to the big room, she was staying home with my baby brother, so I never did have her for a teacher.
Thanks for sharing your memories, they are so much like mine. I'll bet you enjoyed teaching, too. And yes, we were both very fortunate.