Thursday, December 04, 2014

Helping Grandma churn

My father's parents lived in the next town down the road from ours, and we spent a lot of time at their house. Grandma would churn butter in a large crockery churn with a wooden plunger that made a wonderful "kerchunk" sound on every stroke. It was great fun. Later, my mother had a Daisy church, which operated with a handle attached to the top of the jar. That also was fun, but not as much as Grandma's.



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