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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
in the rear of a house that my
dad purchased for $250. Exeter, California
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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