Monday, January 12, 2015

True Story Week of 01/12/2015



 
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Bossy our Guernsey/Holstein Cow
 
I must have been around 4 years old, and we lived at the edge of town in Exeter, California in the rear of a house that my dad purchased for $250.  
 
Thinking back, I remember that we could not keep Bossy, our cow at home because even though we lived on the edge of town, we were still within the city limits.  Also Bossy made a lot of noise when she mooed, and that disturbed the neighbors.  She would let you know very loudly that it was time to take her milk.
 
Each morning my mother and I would walk a long way; Mom carrying a clean bucket so she could milk old Bossy, and we would have milk for our day.  The farmers, who kept Bossy for us, would milk our cow at night and keep the milk for their family.
 
One day in particular, Mother asked me if I would like to learn to milk our cow.  It certainly did appear easy enough, so of course I said, “Yes, let me try.”
 
Mother showed me how to sit on the small stool, and how to place my hands and fingers, then she said; “OK now it is your turn.”
 
I have been told that cows know who is a friend is and who is a stranger, and somehow old Bossy shut down her milk supply, and the faucets did not work for me.
 
That was the first and last time I ever tried to milk a cow. 
 
Although I was born out in the country on my Grandparents ranch, I believe I am still a city gal and probably always will be, even when I reach that city of gold in the heavens.
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6 comments:

  1. Well Hazel that brought back memories. I was not brought up on a farm but my husband was and I remember wanting to try to milk a cow but that was in a milking parlour which just meant putting on the "equipment" which for a new person was not easy to do without annoying the cow and have her kick out at you. I always remember them showing me what they would do - gently stroke the top of the hind leg with the back of their hand to let the cow know you are coming. Somehow it always worked, well almost always!

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  2. Dear Hazel,
    I'm with you -- milking a cow would not be my forte! Thanks for hosting & God bless!
    Laurie

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  3. Hazel, what a cute story! I have never tried milking a cow - and it sounds like a good thing! I don't think I'd be very skilled at it either!

    Sometimes I still have trouble weaning the "city" out of me now that I live in the mountains. But, I have to admit, there is something wonderful about snow and wide open spaces!!

    GOD BLESS!

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  4. Although I have never tried to milk a cow, I loved this story. May we be like that cow & shut down when we hear voices other than the voice of our Shepherd. Loved the image your story brought to me today. Blessings, Hazel!

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  5. I have never milked a cow, but I have (tried) to milk a goat.
    It really is not as easy as it looks.
    We were 4-H leaders and took our crew on a field trip to a farm.

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  6. This story about Bossy is a hoot! I would never guess that ending. I don't know why, but I always think you strong-willed women succeed at everything, even if you are a city gal. Ha!!!!

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