Posted: 11/10/2017 at 12:18
Argyranthemum, Those were the days Uncle Arthur and Aunt Mabel started with a hill sheep farm at Goathland, then they had a Dairy farm about two fields from where I live now and moved to a large general farm so I saw it all. We had a smallholding I grew up with animals and their welfare and often stayed with Aunt Mabel where you were expected to work. The big AGA would be damped down around nine and the porridge pot put on for the overnight slow cook. We would be up at four and I would bring the Cows down for milking, it was hand milking with some of the Farm hands wives helping, through the cooler and filters then into the churns, I would then after a good old slurp of still warm milk walk the cows to a new field.
There were three one up one down cottages on the farm and it amazed me how many people lived in them. When the early morning jobs were done we all sat in the big kitchen and had breakfast, always porridge then Bacon, (I never remember not having bacon for breakfast, the experts said it was bad for us, I am still here where are they) then off to the general work.
A wonderful healthy life as everything was outside apart from Sunday, the animals first then Church Sunday roast and the front room fire would be lit and the piano dusted off, I played or my Cousin we all sang then it was evening milking early tea and bed ready for another week. I forgot Turnip Snagging in the first list,