re: #411 Catttt

That beats me - but my best friend’s family had a cow. When I stayed over, we had fresh milk for breakfast.

My paternal grandfather raised beef until the Dust Bowl wiped him out. He had a dairy farm for a while, and never gave up the last milk cow. I never personally had any of the milk. My grandmother threw out the cream separator as “junk” in the ‘70’s, then learned it was an “antique” in the ‘90’s. ;)

My maternal grandfather was raised on a family dairy and left ASAP. ;)