Being in the mountains emphasizes our problem of using the internet, as travelers. I continually click on a story and the dreaded little circle comes up slowly going round and round. 99% of the time I just slide the cursor up to the little red X and click.
Even in the best of reception areas, we are slow, but up here we are like mama used to say, “Slow as cream rising on Butter milk”.
Speaking of that, Churning was a fun time for kids (work for mama) but to see the magic Yellow butter come out of the milk was always a mystery to me. Like my parents, I learned to love butter milk also. The first churn I remember was a big brown pottery-type churn with a wooden lid, thru which the stick hooked to the dasher was attached. Mama moved it up and down(pic above). Later she went to a glass jar (a gallon or two) with a crank and dashers that went round and round.
(This was neat cause you could see the butter forming)
Around our house Cornbread and milk (sweet or buttermilk) was a staple. There were times I loved to eat some of mama’s corn bread opened and filled with home-made butter. Now I am not sure where the term ‘Sweetmilk’ came from, but that is what we always called white milk.
When we lived in town, the milk man delivered our milk in quart jars, with top of the milk (in the neck of the jar) being heavy Cream. My buddy Sonny loved to drink cream until he passed, I never liked drinking just ‘cream’.
(This must be new, I have never seen cream on top in a plastic jug!)
I have a funny trait, I still shake my milk, like we used to before we drank it (to mix the cream and milk.
Hope your day is good, and you enjoy your cornbread and milk.
Thanks for coming this way.
In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes.
When you pulled on the ropes, the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the
phrase...'Goodnight , sleep tight'
(My first ship LST 1167, the racks were like that. AND one touch of the Bos’n’s sharp knife to that taunt rope would send you to the deck, if you didn’t roll out when he said. It was the guilty sailor’s responsibility to restring it!)
An old milk truck with the Milk cans on the back.
Lotta of stories in this truck, I remember many stories about the milk man! LOL