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collected in pails and then poured into large milk cans which
were stored in cold water vaults until picked up by the diary. I
could never lift a full milk can.

This is a later picture of the barn, Hay on the upper deck is no
longer raised by hand. The conveyor belt loads the deck with
rectangular bails of hay. They are then stacked neatly. When
we were sliding and playing in the hay mounds it was never
bailed, but stored loosly.
All of these procedures and process’s would be replaced by the
1950’s. Manure would be automatically carried out of the Barn
on a conveyor belt to the spreader. Milk from the automatic
milker’s would be transported over stainless tubes to stainless
steel containers in a refrigerator to wait for the dairy truck to
siphon them empty.

Being on the farm was great fun.
But, what was so foreign to me was having so many people
around that knew you. Grandpa had served the entire
community. Everyone, knew everyone else. One day I’d gone
to the General Store in Rome. On my way out I ran through
the screen door and knocked down some lady. I didn’t stop,
and kept running back down the street. I was in a hurry
because we had a family picnic that afternoon.

At home in Potterville tables were being set with paper
napkins, plates and utensils. Picnics were a big deal. And
there were lots of them during the summer. We usually were
there for at least one. Blocks of Ice would be dug out of the

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