Writing Prompt

Writing prompt: Write about a true memory that involves milk.

I was born while my parents owned a farm just outside of Smithers, BC, and we lived there until I was nearly 11 years old. Having our own cows, we had all the beef to eat, milk to drink and butter or cream for all our needs, as well as some to sell. Just before my 11th birthday, my parents sold our farm and we moved to a small, rented farm across town. I remember us kids and all our friends that had horses, riding our horses and herding the few cows we had left. For the several miles of the move, those poor cows didn't have a chance of doing anything we didn't want them too, as there were so many of us on our horses that we totally surrounded the cows. The next spring, the last of the cows, the horses and other various things were sold. We moved in with Aunt Mable for a couple months, then moved down to Mara, BC. I have no memories of milk there, though after Mara, we moved to Ashton Creek, just outside Enderby. For a time, we were having milk delivered to our home. I believe they were 4 quart cartons, I remember them as large and yellow, and I know it was a size of carton that was only on the market for a short time. We had three of them delivered each day. Mom used a bit of it in cooking some days, though for the most part, my two brothers and I drank it. Many, possibly most days, before the day was over, one of us would be whining, "Mooom, there's no miiilllk." We were all 'milkaholics' and used to having unlimited amounts of it to drink. When my husband and I lived near a dairy farm, we got milk by the gallon ice cream pail. From what I can remember, we got one pretty much every day. We both liked our milk. Now, a 4 litre jug of milk lasts me awhile... likely as much as a week or more. And on that note, it is time to go get myself a cup of hot milk with honey in it. My penpal friend tells me it will help me beat the depression, and has made me promise to drink this every night before bed.

My Dad used to call milk "moo juice" (and eggs "cackle berries").... and a long time friend of mine calls powdered milk "heifer dust".

Namaste
Alice