Back to my parents' dairy

I don't know why so many memories of the dairy keep coming to mind. I remember my younger sister Rosa would take a half pint bottle and (Yes! Milk came in glass bottles with a cap! No plastic then!) go to the barn where Dad was milking cows. He would milk right into her bottle, and she would drink that 'old warm milk' fresh from the cow. She loved it!

Not me! I'd go to the creamer house where my mom was separating the cream from the milk. My bottle would go under the cream spout of the separator. To this day I like to eat my cereal with cream. I should have been fat, but I never was!