Saturday, February 2, 2013

Memories - Dairying in the 50's & 60's

  Today is another snowy day, so what better to do than to reminisce, as promised, about growing up on a dairy farm. This is a picture of the Holstein model cow Dad bought some 50+ years ago.  She graced our book shelf at home throughout my young years and now, somewhat faded, sits on a table in my office/den.

  My Dad always milked a few cows and when I was almost 4 years old, my parents bought their first farm in the Boise Valley of Idaho, after renting for the first 9 years of their married life. This was just 20 acres and Dad had about 10 cows, so he worked off the farm as well.  When I was 10, some friends started a 4H club which I joined.  Dad had purchased his first registered Holstein cow, Ida, and she presented him with a heifer calf which he named Joy. He loved that cow more than any other he ever owned.  Ida's second calf was a heifer which Dad gave to me as my 4H project.  I named her Delight; registered name Delight Segis Rainbow. When I was 11 almost 12, in 1957, Dad traded the 20 acre farm on a 80 acre farm just 1/2 mile up the road.  It came with about 15 Holstein cows, a bull, and some old machinery. This was a fulfillment of a dream for Dad to farm full time. But the soil was very sandy; good potato ground but difficult to grow alfalfa or grass. The cows were poor quality, several were sold off for beef right away and a few years later the herd had no descendants of any of the "Wynn" cows. The only piece of usable machinery was a good 12 foot Minneapolis-Moline grain drill. However, on the brighter side, the farm was Grade A and came with a Grade A quota to sell to Meadow Gold in Boise, as well as a bulk tank and a 3 stall Surge side opening milking parlor. And the cows Dad already had were a very good herd.
  We moved onto that farm in May 1957 and I remember well Dad pronouncing that he thought I was old enough now to arise with him every morning to go to the barn for chores. And so I did and for the next 12 years or so of my life, I milked cows twice a day with few exceptions.

  This picture is a cover of The Business of Farming magazine from 1949.  We found it in an antique shop and Rita framed it for me.  The parlor we had was basically identical to this one. Except that we used De Laval milkers.  Dad had many unconventional biases I guess you could say.  Surge, John Deere and fleetside pickups were popular....Dad preferred De Laval, Farmall and stepside trucks!  So he sold the Surge milkers and converted the De Laval we already had to use in this parlor.
  The young man in the magazine cover could very well have been me in about 1960 except for the engineer style cap.  I would have had a baseball style cap or a cap with earmuffs in colder weather and a straw hat in the summer.


  While many folks who grew up milking cows could not get away from it fast enough, I enjoyed it and have many fond memories of all the hours in that barn. We didn't have a pipeline milker, so buckets like the one shown had to be lifted up and dumped into the stainless steel container that fed through the strainer and into the tank. We also bucketed grain from the grain room, so these tasks led Dad to believe that milking was a 2 person chore. This meant that if I couldn't be there, one of my sisters had to take over for me. It also meant that I was not allowed to play high school sports, as the activity bus would not get me home until milking was nearly done. I regretted that sorely for many years; of course in retrospect, it is not such a big deal any more. In my later teen years, Dad was having a lot of back pain from recurring disc problems, so I was in the barn alone more often, and I found that I could make it a one man job without too much difficulty. But I was young and "full of it" while Dad was much more deliberate.
  Milking in pleasant sunny weather was a pleasure.  Mom had a bed of moss rose flowers in front of the barn, there were 3 or 4 old Italian prune trees nearby to provide tasty snacks in season. The barn sat right out near the county road, so waving at neighbors passing by was common, as was visiting with Kenny, the neighbor across the road who was often changing irrigation water right there.
  The barn had a hallway right in the center with a door on each of the 4 walls; 1 to the milking parlor, 1 to the milk room, 1 to the feed room and 1 to the 'compressor' room, where the bulk tank cooling compressor sat. The hallway was about 4 feet on each side.  When I became a strapping teenager, Dad and I would have shoving contests.  We would push shoulder to shoulder, trying to push the other through one of the doors.  There was lots of shouting and laughing and grunting as we contested.  I remember more than once, Mom coming into the barn and witnessing this with a smiling "tsk tsk, you guys!"
  Once, after one of these episodes, which I think I won, Dad had the water hose as he was washing down, and he said jokingly, " I should just stick this in your pocket!"  So I held my levis pocket open and said "Sure, go ahead!" Well, he did!  He loved to tell that story years later....he said I just stood there, mouth agape, and watched my pocket fill up and run over into my rubber boots!
  There are many more stories for another day.  After attending Boise Junior College for 2 years (while living at home and continuing to milk and farm), I went to Oregon State University for my BS in Animal Science (of course!). I was privileged to be part of the dairy cattle judging team that won the national collegiate contest in 1967. I am the second dude from the left in this picture.
After graduation in 1968 (and being married in 1967), I stayed on at OSU and began work on a Masters degree.  This picture is me holding #710, the only cow at the OSU dairy at that time to classify Excellent.
These pictures are part of my memory wall in my office/den.  Pleasant reminders of days gone by.

  Well, this was fun!  I'll do it again one of these days.

10 comments:

  1. Very interesting! Thank you for sharing your memories.

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  2. Thanks for sharing your memories! We don't use John Deere either...but Farmall and Allis Chalmers. No green here except for our lawn mower! The milkers we have now are Westphalia...but De Laval is a common name around here too. The pictures of the milking parlor are similar to what we had in our barn when was a girl. We one of those side parlors for a while, but here on our farm (where Jim grew up) they've always milked in a stable.

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    1. Thanks, Alica. And thanks for your post which inspired this one. My Dad wrote some memoirs in his later years, which I treasure now. He wrote them in longhand and filled up 3/4 of a spiral notebook. I think he wouldn't understand about blogs now!
      Ray

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  3. This was so great! I love the cows being named Joy and Delight. Your 12 years of early a.m. milking chores must have been hard and not only cut out high school sports but way down on high school dating! You remind me so much of the relationship my husband had with our 3 sons growing up. We had a garden center, nursery, landscape company for years that our older son worked in and then later on began a roofing/remodeling family business. I have pictures of our two younger sons going to work with their dad when they were only 7 or 8, picking up and fetching stuff for him and the crew. I would go pick them up early and they'd be tired but want to do it again. Their hours and chores grew through the years and two of them are still in the business, actually have almost taken it all over now. The other son is so glad that he can do any kind of repair and remodeling needed in his own home in Knoxville. He stayed there after graduating from UT, married a classmate and actually ended up working in the field his degree was in, Communications, working now for a television production company. But he never has to hire work done on his house unless it's electrical.

    You learned a good work ethic from your father. I am glad that he gave you the freedom to pursue advanced studies in your field. You were both wise enough to know that education and specialization was the future of family farms. I hope you keep on writing these stories. They are important to pass on.

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it, Dewena. I chuckled when I read your comment about dating! You're right, my first real date was on high school graduation night!
      I did learn a good work ethic. And sometimes we don't appreciate it until years later. I marvel now at how much I enjoy gardening. When I was a kid it seemed like more of a chore.
      Thanks for your comments!
      Ray

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  4. What a wonderful post! I just found your good blog through "Across the Way"... and I'm so glad I did. My uncle milked Holsteins in the 50's and 60's, a small herd of about 30. I have so many happy memories of spending time on the farm with him.

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    1. Hi Mary Ann,
      Welcome to my blog! 30 cows was a pretty average sized herd back then, We usually milked about 25-30. Dad wanted 40 but we never got there.
      Ray

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  5. Hi Ray,
    This was so much fun for me to read. As your cousin, I remember so many times when my family would come to your house. I still remember those visits more vividly that any others of my growing up in the Boise Valley. I enjoyed reading about your life growing up on the farm and moving on to Oregon.I learned a lot about you and your growing up on the farm. Your Dad was a treasure as far as I am concerned, a gentel and loving soul.
    Love you,
    Donna Brown Edsel

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  6. Hi Donna,
    How cool to have my cousin following my blog. I looked at your website and enjoyed the picture of you at your wood carving table. You make some really beautiful things! And there is no doubt that we are cousins....a real family resemblance.
    Love,
    Ray

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