Jeri-

I grew up on a dairy farm, a small herd of Jersey cows, no pasturization, no homogenization, just the real stuff in glass bottles. Father would run the milk around town to about 60 customers. When he'd run for town selectboard, no one would dare to vote against him because he had the goods on everything going on in their homes.

We did have a tractor but no bailer for hay, just an old Dimond Reo truck which we'd fill with hay stacks, and then unload in the barn. Haying as I remember it was 3 weeks of Hell, very little time to lean on pitchforks and sing songs about milkmaids.

Who remembers those red ration coins from WW II, and the blackout curtains!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble, happier and wiser