Quantity or quality?

Ninety years ago when the dirty thirties struck our community many households in our town owned a cow. These “town cows” pastured in one of the community pastures that surrounded our town.
Each household that owned a cow sent someone out both morning and around supper time to milk the cow who would meet the milker (who was usually a son or daughter from the family) at the fence of the pasture. The cow would stand patiently as she was milked by hand. Usually the cow was rewarded with a couple handfuls of grain.

 

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