Churning Milk
Churning Milk1949
Every Monday after school
churning had to be done.
Milk that went sour on Sunday
was turned into butter on Monday,
as the creamery was closed
on the seventh day of the week.
Sometimes we kept it fresh
by putting the can into the pool,
where we buried it half way up,
almost to the handles.
The can was heavy, even when empty.
When milk went sour we churned
with a heavy wooden handle,
the end shaped like a cross and
inserted into the can of milk.
We sealed it with a wooden
lid fitted over the churn,
moving it up and down
splashing the milk into a thick
butter that floated to the top.
Afterwards we drank mugfuls
of buttermilk to quench our thirst.
Copyright © Mary Guckian | Year Posted 2017
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