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Oh, Pat....I so loved watching my Papa shoot the milk into the barn cat's mouth when he milked his cows....and as much as I tried after he taught me to milk, I could never quit hit them without drowning them!! I'll never forget the feel of a teat and the pull. I spent weeks every summer and lots of weekends throughout the year on my grandparents' farm....he used to have a dairy but by the time I came along was down to a small farm with a big barn and several milk cows. I got to help churn the butter, too, because Nanny still did all that.....I wouldn't take for all those memories because many of my contemporaries didn't get to experience those things.....they didn't even have indoor plumbing when I was really small and I can remember the pump, the outhouse...all that. I loved reading your stories and look forward to more.
posted by
Krisles
on February 5, 2012 at 3:11 PM
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What a wonderful post. I was a city girl myself until I got married to a man who was raised half of his time each year on his aunt & uncle's farm to help out. I thought all of our visits there were just wonderful, though I never realized how much work went into it as I never got involved in the farm work. I thought I was working hard helping with the dishes after our wonderful meals.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 4, 2012 at 12:14 PM
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PatB
Interesting reading for this city boy, always used to dream of maybe pop buying a farm but he talked about it a lot, just never did it.
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 4, 2012 at 9:05 AM
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i remember going to my grandmother's house and helping with the milking.....but it wasnt a dairy farm....just enough to feed the family
posted by
Annicita
on February 3, 2012 at 6:05 PM
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Re: Pat
Also what one must think about Pat is the endless work involved in producing that milk,
the return has always been poor. The small farmer has always been at a disadvantage.
It was and still is a way of life, but fading fast.Lovely memories, not many bulls come into the milking parlour these days.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 3, 2012 at 11:46 AM
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Pat_B...when I think of all the experiences I've missed
growing up as a "City boy", I feel like I've missed out on some ways of life the way it was meant to be...my Dad grew up on a farm but with him passing when I was only 4, I never had the chance to really see much of farm life...
posted by
Rumor
on February 3, 2012 at 10:46 AM
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Posts today from both you & Justi have brought me right back to the farm where Bird and I were raised. Unbelievable memories. We didn't have a milk machine - it was all done by hand - the the rest is same, right down to the barn cats. I love those coffee machines - I have a Tassimo, but the Keurig is better, they say. Enjoy!!
posted by
adnohr
on February 3, 2012 at 10:37 AM
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Pat
Oh boy, does all that bring back memories! On my Mom's side virtually all my relatives were farmers, and on holidays I had the pick of several of them! Although I never got all that much involved with milking - I was more into oxen, horses and tractors, and mowing and ploughing...
posted by
Nautikos
on February 3, 2012 at 6:16 AM
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