We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
When I was very young and leather was a big industry on the North Shore. I remember a company that made gelatin in Peabody I think. I can remember my mother telling me what gelatin was made from, cow and horse hooves, and I gave up eating Jell-O after that.
A relative worked at Eastman Gelatine for 2 decades. It's still producing gelatin, just not for Kodak film. Eastman sold the plant a decade ago. Goodbye Eastman of Peabody, hello Rousselot of Peabody. I believe that location has been producing gelatin for 200 years.
When I was a youngster we ate a lot of chicken gizzards (mostly fried) because the butcher gave them to us for free (because gizzards were garbage and only poor people ate them). Not so now. But in addition to the liver, I imagine early colonists ate the gizzard (and heart) too.