Raw Milk 1950

Flies in the Barn

I grew up on a farm and one of my chores was to milk cows.  We had what was labeled a Grade B farm and should have been ranked lower.  The cows would occasionally step into the bucket of milk but we poured the milk into containers to be picked up on a weekly basis.  I was surrounded by flies and vermin until my father would visit neighbors and get some cats and fill the barn with them until the mice and rats were temporarily gone.  My mother heated the milk we used at home which is essentially pasteurization. No raw milk for us.  Welcome to America 1950.

I wrote a book, As This Bill Sees It.  Bill E.