When drought, frost, disease, grasshoppers and/or the bank threatened to put us in the homeless category; the Holsteins were a consistent source of income. We always had milk to drink and to sell.
Dad gave me a heifer to care for as a 4-H project. By the time I had her ready for the county fair that fall she was friendly, sleek and on her way to becoming part of our milking herd.
The night before the fair we gave her a show haircut, washed her, braided her tail and polished her hooves. We didn’t have a cattle trailer and the pickup was out for repairs so transportation the eight miles to the fairgrounds was our Chevrolet sedan. We took out the back seat and covered the floor with potato sacks. Since my baby was still a young animal she fit in the back of the car just fine. We rolled down the window and she put her head out to smell the hay fields as we passed.
You can’t see it very well in the photo, but I am holding a first place blue ribbon in my hand.