|My Dad's best friend had a dairy farm during the late 40's and 50's in Olean, NY and I had the pleasure of visiting the farm almost every weekend. I miss so much the smell of the barn and all that goes with it, fresh cut hay and the wonderful feeling everything is great. I remember when I was helping milking the cows, and to 'look out for the tail, and kick,' but no matter I loved all of it. Cleaning out the gutters of manure, feeding the cows while the waited for their time to milk and oh the smells. At milking time in the morning we had a farm show that was hosted by Client Bulman and it always started with the sounds of a cows and a farm door opening and music (they said it calmed the cow so she gives more milk.) Picking fresh corn and brining it back to the house so we could all eat it with the most wonderful meals of fresh milk, vegtables, and geat baked breads (my Mom, Dad, Sister, Clark (the owner) Losis is wife, and John, and Warren the two sons.) I could go on and on and that's why I love to read these stories of living on a farm...I no longer have the opportunity to vist (the farm is long since gone and Clark passed away in a farming accident but, the memories his farm brought me will live on forever.)|
Keep the stories coming, they bring me much happiness.
Submitted By: John Martin from KS on 2007-07-18