Stockyards and such?
I remember seemingly endless feedlots back in the middle '60s.
Harris Ranch didn’t take it all away, did they?
Peace,
mangeorge
Nope, not to speak of. There’s only one slaughterhouse left, family owned and run (now run by a young man I went to high school with, actually.)
“Kosher butcher of the South Side”
What could Carl Sandburg have made out of that?
Things can seem so permanent, and then…
So what happened? Is there a story, or did it just fade away?
Mainly changes in transportation technology. They were gone by the early 1970s.
As a result, it became much cheaper to locate stockyards in more rural areas, often closer to the places the cattle are raised/fattened.
Thanks, Random. That’s exactly what I wanted t know, and suspected.
Sad, in a way, but also good riddance I’m sure. It was pretty nasty. But it was jobs.
Back in the early seventies, when jobs became scarce, I worked at a couple of slaughter houses. The last job I had there was running the tongue saw. There is still quite a lot of beef production here in Omaha, but not as much as before. The work was hard, but paid pretty decently.
That’s odd, I was just looking at an ad for Omaha Steaks, the mail order company.
I bought some stuff from there long ago and they keep sending me these ads.Their meat products are pretty good, but expensive. Good wieners. 
Kosher butcher of the South Side,
Chicken soup maker, filler of kreplach,
Reader of the Torah and the Talmud;
Orthodox, Conservative, Reform,
City of the Big Shofars.
Praying,
Blessing,
Atoning.
Shopping.
They tell me you are Chosen and I believe them, for I have seen your mansions and your Mercedes.
And they tell me you keep kosher and I answer: Yes, it is true, I have seen your different sets of dishes.
And they tell me you are smart and my reply is: Yes, I have seen your multitudes of doctors and lawyers.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my faith, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another faith with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Wearers of Mezuzot.
Reciters of the Shema.
Devourers of matzo balls and brisket,
Snippers of foreskin,
Dancers of the hora,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Moses, proud to be Kosher Butcher, Chicken Soup Maker, Filler of Kreplach, Reader of the Torah and the Talmud.
Shopper.
Almost makes me want to convert.
Alas, I have no religion from which to convert.
Shalom
mangeorge