Margaret
Quaile In Barrhead, were severely rationed just like everyone else. There was a shop in the Main Street called Stevenson's, the ham curer, on a Tuesday morning if you got up and got into the queue early enough you were lucky enough to get a quarter of liver or a pond of back bones. These two wee boys had been sent to stand in the queue for their granny and their mother. The lady behind the counter was sair trachled, she had bad feet and trachled up and down hent the counter. So these wee boys were standing in the queue, all waiting to get served and this woman says,
'Maggie, huv ye ony pigs' feet the day?'
