Olden Memory

This pot is a symbol for a Olden day memory.

Arriving home early afternoon. The school bus stopped, door opened, clambering down the long reaching steps of the golden carrier of students.
Skipping down the gravel drive, nearing the stone  and mortar entrance to a yard guarded by giant trees....

In sight was a huge large black cast iron pot suspended above an ashen flame. Strictly warned of the danger of drawing too near the steamy mystery inside. Turning and entering the doorway of the farmhouse, sliding to the side of the doorway, edging past a long boarded sort of  "assembly line". The gathering was assembling the savings of a pork animal. Spying various steps of the makings of sausage, ham, bacon and southern gems "chittlins" and  "pork rinds/skins". The older generation paid no mind to a small person fascinated and in awe of what was happening in the life breathing abode. At that instance in time, the importance of the moment escaped the small mind.
But this snapshot of the small life is forever recorded.
The days of that life matures, and various events recalled by wonderful reminiscent conversation. Opens the necessary events of that day, and all falls into place, and finally becomes an "olden memory".