This is my dad. He’s about 14 or 15—that would be 1940 or 41—and he’s with the first and only pig he ever owned. She was born on the farm in Kansas—one of a litter of little pigs that had to be bottle fed. He helped his mother raise the babes and in return he kept one of them as his own. He sold her—and her litter, I think—shortly after this photo was taken.
He made enough money, he says, to pay for her feed and that’s about it. That he only broke even may be the reason he went pigless for the rest of his life.
What he really loved were horses, anyway.