Archive for September, 2011

Milktoast and a toast to milk

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

In lieu of  life’s more challenging events, today’s subject will span a world war and the evolution of tasteless milk.  But first, an observation from Fountain, MN, home to the geology of sinkholes, I have uncovered what might be the only church on earth, or the universe for that matter, which has an adjacent above ground swimming pool.

Nice touch, if  John the Baptist and the Jordan River are unavailable

Fifteen miles away on the outskirts of Chatfield, MN, a sign from the 1950’s, but still available today.


The sign is real.
If you are a baby boomer or newer, i.e., born after 1946, this may be an illusion.  However, for the more mature, we can recall when milk came in a glass bottle, delivered by the ‘milkman’, and it was not homogenized, the process which rendered milk a uniform emulsion.  No, the bottle was sealed with a paper cap, the cream separated to the top, and it was a treat to be able to lick the cap when opened.  The cream could be used in coffee, cooking, whipped for a dessert topping, or beat down to butter and whey.  Pasteurization, the flash heating of the milk to render bacteria harmless, was unnecessary if consumed shortly after delivery.  Milk had a taste, it tasted like milk.

So what is this leading to ?  An article in the USA Today stated that each day welcomes 10,000 new baby boomers reaching age 65, and everyday we lose 700 more veterans from World War II.  Over a three week span, I had an opportunity to interview three veterans:

Neal N., 92 y/o, retired U.Notre Dame physics department


Melvin G., retired farmer, Byron, MN, age 93


Bob O., Lanesboro, MN, 94 y/o drove milk tanker truck and still has a way with the ladies

Here are a few recollections they agreed upon:

    None considered themselves a hero; they were all drafted and felt a duty to their country.
    The real heroes never made it home.
    They all fathered children and were, in part, responsible for the baby boomer generation.
    You never forget four consecutive days on a troop train.
    Religion was an easy sell in a foxhole; no baptism necessary.
    Milk tasted much better then.

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About the Author

Retired 1997.
Frequent travel. Loyal companions: wife, Lynn; dog, Jack.
Avocation: writing social and political satire.
Past life: three decade clinical pharmacy owner. Now in recovery.
Location: Northern Indiana, Eastern U.P. of Michigan, Southern Arizona

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