Two true stories:

My parents grew up on sharecropper farms in the Depression so they butchered a hog every year that they could get one. By the time I was born my parents were buying most of their meat at the grocery store but when I was about 10 hog prices were down so Dad decided to butcher a couple from his hog operation. I didn't know it at the time but my great grandmother had asked him to save her one of the heads. I went to the freezer one night after supper to get some ice cream. Lifted the lid and there was that hairless head with the eyeballs still in it staring up at me. Almost caused me to forget the ice cream, but not quite.

My wife is a city girl, grew up in western New York (Dunkirk). Not too long after we moved to Cleveland she was trying out different grocery stores to see where she wanted to do most of her shopping. Went to Vowel's, a locally owned store that caters to the darker pigmented population, although lots of lighter skinned people also shop there. They had an upright freezer with shelves in it and she was looking for some meat. She started at the bottom and was looking at each shelf as she worked her way up. By the time she was standing upright she was eyeball to eyeball with a hog's head. That was the first, and last, time she shopped at that store. But then, she is a few years older than me and can't believe that we did not have an indoor bathroom until I was six years old.