My parents
started their farm a year before I was born by bringing in a two-room house and
setting it on the edge of eighty acres of sage brush and lava rock not far from
the Union Pacific Railroad track in south central Idaho.
My mother paused
in her moving to take a photo of her new home.
You can see my older brother sitting on the step and I am in the baby
carriage on the left.
By the time I
was three ( you can see me in the foreground of this photo) my dad had squeezed
enough time out from farming to add two more rooms onto the house. Mom had planted three trees, a lawn and a
garden.
Dad had also
built a small milking barn out of scrap lumber and straw. I remember there being four or five cows at
first. Two of the first cows were a big
black Holstein named Cora and a tan Guernsey
named Beauty.
At first my dad
milked the cows by hand. I loved to go
out to keep him company in the evenings. The cows would munch on their grain, the cats
would come in for a treat of fresh milk and the chickens would arrive to find a
place to roost for the night.
Their dairy herd increased as new calves grew up and more were purchased at the cattle auction.
The milk was
sold in ten gallon cans which were loaded on a truck each day and taken to a
creamery for processing into butter and cheese.
As time passed
Dad and Mom were able to get a loan to build a dairy barn out of concrete and
cinder brick. There were four children
by then and we all helped with the milking and caring for the herd.
I was given a
heifer to raise for a 4-H project. She
earned blue ribbons both years I took her to the county fair.
By the time my
parents retired they owned two hundred acres of fertile fields and pasture plus
the dairy barn, out buildings, granaries and a nice house and yard. They’d put all four of their children through
several years of college. My brothers weren’t
interested in becoming farmers and my sister and I married guys who took us off
to live in town.
So Mom and Dad
finally sold the farm, took their dog and their cats and bought a little home in
town just a block from our house. They both enjoyed over a decade more of life without having to milk cows twice a day.
