One of my fondest memories of my uncle Lorin was him teaching me to milk the cow and during that week mama pig wouldn’t let the piglets nurse because of their teeth.. So, he had to remove their little teeth so they could then nurse again. There was one little runt that couldn’t nurse and my uncle told me he would die. I was in tears so Uncle Lorin told me IF I wanted to save him I would have to get up with him every morning between 4 to 4:30 milk the cow and then I would bottle feed the little guy. By the end of my visit the little guy was doing well. Fast forward a few years later and my aunt Deloris called me to ask if I remembered the runt I had bottle fed. My heart sank and my mind went to bacon. That is until she told me he had just taken first place at the fair. There are so many stories we all have and I love my uncle Lorin and always felt he loved us back❣️️