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Here in Connecticut, dairy farmers would milk their herds early in the morning and then place the filled metal milk cans out on the roadside in front of his farm where there would be a wooden stand, flat surface on top, on which he would leave his filled milk cans to be picked up to be taken to a processing plant.
 

CTLady said:
Here in Connecticut, dairy farmers would milk their herds early in the morning and then place the filled metal milk cans out on the roadside in front of his farm where there would be a wooden stand, flat surface on top, on which he would leave his filled milk cans to be picked up to be taken to a processing plant.
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I can relate to about 98% of these pictures. It was an absolute thrill for me to go through the ‘picture book.’
Thanks to those people who posted them. Please keep posting. I enjoy looking at the country and farm pictures.
 
911 said:
I can relate to about 98% of these pictures. It was an absolute thrill for me to go through the ‘picture book.’
Thanks to those people who posted them. Please keep posting. I enjoy looking at the country and farm pictures.
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They warm me inside and out, too, 911.

With me it's like one big package, where everything goes hand-in-hand with one another. I can smell good old-fashioned cooking wafting from everyone's ovens, there's fresh baking sitting out cooling on the counter, everyone's clotheslines are dressed in freshly laundered washing, birds are singing, the dogs are playing, the tall grass in the fields is moving and swaying to the gentle breeze, and it's as if time stands still.

Even as I write this, I can hear grannies front screen door slapping closed again and again, in and out of the kitchen she goes, preparing a refreshing glass jug of homemade iced tea for everybody, along with a plate of sandwiches. Our feet are up and we're just enjoying a relaxing and stress-free day.

I think why so many of us remember those old days, is because they were less rushed, less hurried. Sure, days were busy, but people and families had time for one another, and there was no sense of competition with anybody. People truly lived their own lives, and they were there for others, unlike today where a sort of dog-eat-dog world exists.
 
There is an Amish sect in NE Ohio that does at least one thing different than the Amish that are near here in my part of PA. When I drive by their homes, I can see that the women all have white curtains, which is not unusual, but they draw them to one side of the window.

On one of my few trips through Ohio, my wife and I had just visited the Football Hall of Fame and were driving east on the turnpike when I decided to jump off and take the back roads for awhile to change the scenery. I came to an Amish farmer leaning on his fence post, which was near the road.

At first, I thought he was ill, so I stopped and asked him if he was OK. He answered me and said that he suddenly became very dizzy and sick to his stomach. It was an extremely hot summer day, so I thought maybe he had too much sun. I asked him if I could give him a ride back to his house or maybe call an ambulance or if he would like me go to his house and get his wife.

He accepted the ride. I told him that once I got him to the house that I would return and take his team (2 horses) up to the barn. He looked at me kind of puzzled and asked, “You can handle them?” I shook my head and told him yes. He actually gave a little smile. Once I got him to the house and his wife sat him down under this huge maple tree at the side of the house, I went back and brought the team to the barn.

By that time, he had been feeling better. I think he drank a whole quart of lemonade. He asked me how I knew how to handle the horses. I explained to him about my somewhat small experience of working on a farm. Five minutes later, my wife was out of the car talking with his wife and the farmer and I were swapping farm stories. When he learned later that I was a state Trooper from Hershey, he knew we had a rather large community of Amish and that started another conversation. The funniest thing that he told me was, “You know those Pennsylvania Amish have it good.” I asked him “How?” He said, “They own generators.” So, I had to ask him why he didn’t have one to run his milking equipment?” He told me that he didn’t have any milking cows. I never noticed.
 
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