Headland Meat Processors, Inc.

Headland Observer

July 1974

When I was very young, my dad drove me out to farm.  I had to be three or so.  Once he returned to town, he parked around back at the Headland Meat Processors, Inc..  I was asleep on the seat.  Since it was a very hot day, Dad left the windows down so that I could get some air.  He went inside.  At some point, I woke up and I was all by myself.  I stood up on the seat and maybe my way to driver's side window and looked out.  And all I could see were the pens and stalls behind the plant.  On the concrete floor, blood was everywhere.  In my child's mind, I didn't know where that blood came from!  I started balling and screaming, and then Dad came out.  The way he and I retold the story over the years, I thought something happened to him.  He definitely was nowhere to be seen!  He had a conversation with the manager of the plant and they said they would always be sure to wash away the blood in the future.  My dad loved sharing this story!