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We used to raise a lot of pigs and took them to market when they were fattened. In 1948 we had about 20 or more pigs fattened and ready to sell. We decided to take them to Wichita, KS for a better market price.
I was pregnant with my second child and of course, any bad smell did not help my condition either.
I helped Wayne load the pigs into our big truck for the late evening trip of about 95 miles. Since it was chilly, we placed a tarp partly over the racks to help keep the pigs warm.
The trip was long and slow in the truck. The pigs probably were as tired as we were of the long trip. They shifted often, squealing and a few nips here and there did not help them get along.
The stench of the enclosed pigs got worse by the minute. I could barely take the offensive odor.
Most people well know the smell of a pig sty and it is not one to be desired. It was especially bad when we were down wind of them.
Somehow, after we got to Wichita we made a wrong turn and got lost going to the sale lot.
We ended up going down a one way street backwards. The first we realized this, was when Wayne said "what the heck are all of those crazy fools doing in our lane". I had noticed an arrow back a few blocks pointing in the opposite direction, but being a young 18 year old and had never been citified enough to know there were such things as one way streets, I never mentioned it to Wayne.
We both realized what was wrong about the same time. Wayne squirmed as he drove ahead looking for an exit.
We came into the middle of the city and stopped at the traffic light where we had hoped to turn left to get off. I looked over to my right and there sat a patrol car with two patrolmen in the front seat and two in the back waiting for the light to change.
I really think they saw us, but knew the country hicks could get out of their mess on their own.
While we were waiting, a lady dressed very elegantly in a fur coat and heels walked by. I saw her turn to look at us and with an uppity gesture held her nose and loudly uttered "whew !".
I was almost sweating, Wayne was squirming and sort of rocking back and forth. I would swear that light change lasted 30 minutes. I know Wayne had to be as happy as I was to get turned left and out of that street.
We finally located the sale barn after a few more right way turns.
That was one of the most unforgettable trips I ever took.
I can laugh at all of it now.