This is a special memory from my own childhood.
I must have been seven years old and I remember that my sister and I were in the bathtub together when my Dad brought home this huge snapping turtle that he had caught while he was out fishing. He brought it in to show us and I remember being terrified that the turtle would somehow slip out of his hands and end up with us in the tub and I would be the one the turtle would bite — more like latch onto and never let go!
Since Daddy had caught the turtle he brought it home so that my mom could make turtle soup. WHY he thought this was a good idea I will never know. She was not renowned for her cooking! I’m not sure what went wrong but I remember coming home from school and she said we couldn’t go in the house. She had met us at the end of the driveway and even from there I could tell why we couldn’t go in – it smelled. I mean it really smelled terrible! In fact, the smell was so bad we went and stayed with relatives for a few days while the house aired out.
Daddy took the turtle soup, pot and all, to the dump outside of town.
Luckily, it was next to the sauerkraut factory so you couldn’t smell it!