You Know You Are Old When

   / You Know You Are Old When #5,871  
We had just one working dairy farm still in my family, when I was a kid in the 1970's and 80's. They did pretty well, with 180 cows and 280 acres, which is big for this area defined by 100-acre Penn's land grants. I remember my great-aunt telling me that the only way they were profitable after the 1950's or 60's was by specializing into boutique products, that it was no longer possible to stay profitable at their small scale on commodity products.

That may explain why the farm stores seem to be tied to the few farms that remain, those just doing bulk work couldn't be profitable enough for the next generation to stay in the business, when the older generation aged out. One of those "Grow or die" situations, for staying in bulk commodity work, the stores bring in a different kind of income from those who value local foods.

A cow plague hit this area in the late-1980's, and my aunt and uncle lost something like 70% of their herd in a few weeks. They were already 70 years old, so took that as the sign to at least partly retire. They kept milking the cows that survived, for at least a few more years, but never replaced them. None of their kids took over the farm, they had already chosen other careers 20 years prior.
Most of the dairies in my state have 1000+ animals. And a big part of the production goes to the cheese factories. There are lots of farm stores that sell pecans, chiles, pumpkins, melons, and meat, ect…. But none selling dairy products.
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,872  
My grandparents were grateful for the farm life they had and saw work as a blessing.

They said the farm always provided fresh wholesome food, shelter, timber, fish from the stream and back in the 30’s they had a small creek hydro for a farm radio…

They had equally self sufficient neighbors but in times of need all contributed as in a barn raising, caring for someone sick, etc.

Never owned a car… just the tractor and Grandpa had a motorcycle in his younger days.

My grandmother really believed those without work were poor and easily led into temptation… and she included the idle well to do in those without work…

The only time they ever traveled away from home was their trip to California… they wanted to see for themselves we were ok… my Grandfather was in awe of the Pacific ocean and they loved seeing Disneyland with their grandchildren… never seen anything like it…
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,873  
It's been so ling since I've had milk that wasn't pasteurized and homogenized that I probably wouldn't like it.
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,874  
It's been so ling since I've had milk that wasn't pasteurized and homogenized that I probably wouldn't like it.
My Dad was in the Navy in WWII and one sailor had Undulant fever from drinking unpasteurized milk. We buy it from the Amish when we go to Lancaster county Pennsylvania.
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,875  
We had just one working dairy farm still in my family, when I was a kid in the 1970's and 80's. They did pretty well, with 180 cows and 280 acres, which is big for this area defined by 100-acre Penn's land grants. I remember my great-aunt telling me that the only way they were profitable after the 1950's or 60's was by specializing into boutique products, that it was no longer possible to stay profitable at their small scale on commodity products.

That may explain why the farm stores seem to be tied to the few farms that remain, those just doing bulk work couldn't be profitable enough for the next generation to stay in the business, when the older generation aged out. One of those "Grow or die" situations, for staying in bulk commodity work, the stores bring in a different kind of income from those who value local foods.

A cow plague hit this area in the late-1980's, and my aunt and uncle lost something like 70% of their herd in a few weeks. They were already 70 years old, so took that as the sign to at least partly retire. They kept milking the cows that survived, for at least a few more years, but never replaced them. None of their kids took over the farm, they had already chosen other careers 20 years prior.
"We" my brother milked cows up till 2013, when I was still young and on the farm in 1966 we went from 50 cows in a stanchion barns to 100+ cows in a free stall and a double 6 herringbone parlor. When my brother sold out the milk cows he was milking about 115 they had gotten up to 150 but it was a stretch getting and keeping quality feed for that many. Also were he was selling his milk had a quality bonus on the pricing and only milking about 100 he was able to be on the highest quality for many years.. When he sold those cows he bought 100 head of Angus brood cows. He got out just as the market tanked and milk priced nose dived so good timing.
He has passed now and my nephew is on the farm now running around a 100 brood cows and tuning over about 100 butcher animals a year.

As others have mentioned when I couldn't get raw milk I only drank chocolate to hid the taste. I still don't like store milk even though it's what I get now, but I almost never drink it, just for cooking and on fruits or cereals.
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,876  
When I went into the Air Force I had to drink chocolate milk, I couldn't stand store bought milk taste.
Can't stand chocolate milk. When I was maybe 7 or 8 my mother bought me some after me bugging her to do so. A couple sips were enough. Never had it again.
Even though there were a number of family dairy farms in my neighborhood when growing up, don't think I ever had anything but store milk.
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,877  
Wow. I’m old enough to remember when Honey Nut Cheerios hit the scene, the original Cheerios tasted like cardboard to me. My 12 year old likes to call my childhood “the olden days”.

Of course, she thinks I’m contemporary with Elvis or Sinatra, not Alanis Morrisette or Jimmy Fallon. :rolleyes:
My 12 year old likes to call my childhood “the olden days”. Now that’s very funny🤣🤣🤣🤣!!!
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,878  
My granddaughter tells her friends that her parents had wooden headphones
 
   / You Know You Are Old When #5,879  
Can't stand chocolate milk. When I was maybe 7 or 8 my mother bought me some after me bugging her to do so. A couple sips were enough. Never had it again.
Even though there were a number of family dairy farms in my neighborhood when growing up, don't think I ever had anything but store milk.
In the mid 1950's our elementary school visited the local dairy. I'm guessing it was about 250 students that were each given a glass bottle of fresh chocolate milk. I was near the end of the line when the person passing out the milk spotted one bottle of white milk and exclaimed "what's that doing here?". I replied That's mine. I've hated chocolate milk my whole life, don't eat chocolate cake or ice cream. Most other chocolate items are good.
 

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