The Washington Post, November 10th, 1991
"That one we hung the day Nixon resigned," said Hattie Felts. Above her head was a charred-looking, shrunken, mold-covered pig's leg. "That would be 18 years ago, just after Mr. Felts passed away, rest his soul." A fitting tribute, I thought - not to Nixon but very much so to Hattie Felts's departed husband, Marvis Felts. "This smokehouse was that man's pride and joy," the pork matriarch said as she lifted her glasses to wipe a tear, yet smiling all the while. "Our hams still leave with a piece of his love and care." Watching Hattie Felts stare at that old ham nearly broke me up as well. Hams ...
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