Got Milk? If I was lucky enough to get to the farm early in the day I got to watch two of my uncles milk the cows. Uncle Ray was always gruff and business-like. He never smiled. It was more fun to sit with Uncle Paul and watch him squeeze milk out of a cow’s teat directly into the waiting mouth of a barn cat. Some of the warm, fragrant milk went into a metal pail and would be put on a shelf down inside the well for cooling for home use. Some of it would be used for making butter in a big old wooden churn that stood in a place of prominence on the back porch. When there was sufficient milk production the excess would be put in a special room that had been built to quickly cool the milk until it was picked up for use at the local bulk dairy.


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