Had a very interesting conversation with friends tonight which jogged my memory a bit back to when I was in Form2 at Whangarei Intermediate School.
We were talking about meat and then cuts of meat and then the whole process and then I told them about when we went on a class trip to the abbatoir. I had a female teacher, Lesley, who was a complete spunk and all the boys had a crush on her, especially after she dived into the school pool and her top came off![Whoops- sorry!-sidetracked] Anyway, I don't know who arranged it but we went to the meatworks, as a class, with a few parents who drove us there. As a quick note, Lesley had been reading us the Roald Dahl story "Pig". At the meatworks we re-grouped and basically headed on in as a class. I was near the front with my Mum who was a driver that day, and of course, as we went through, the first area is the killing floor.
So we were looking down over this large area where they do all the animals but today they were doing pigs so they have smaller races to run them up. One guy approaches with the old electric stethoscope and stuns the animal and then another bloke whacks a chain around one of the back legs and up they go off the floor and along the line to the bloke who gets to slice the jugular. There was a thick frothy river of blood heading out below us by now. I am standing there watching, fascinated, as I am used to seeing the old man doing the sheep at home for the freezer. Behind me there are children fainting and adults and children alike clamouring to get out, as it turns out, to go throw up outside! I was unaware as I had moved on into the boiling them in a bathtub room and then on it goes.
So my friend that I was talking to tonight [ministry of education] was staggered that this could happen at school and we laughed about it and agreed that even then it probably was not the norm. My Mum still is amazed that we went as a class!
Anyone else have a similar recollection?
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