Every once in a while I find myself enjoying something and wonder where did that come from? Often I recall a memory from childhood that makes me smile and say to myself “oh it came from Mom.”
My Mom loves cattle. She grew up raising and showing beef cattle and Mom and Dad have raised beef cattle their entire marriage. My Mom has a fascination with dairy cattle. Hoard’s Dairyman is one of Mom’s favorite magazines. She likes to keep up to date with the research and breeding going on in the Dairy Industry.
I remember sitting at the kitchen table with a glossy fold out from the Hoard’s Dairyman; their annual dairy cow judging contest. Mom, Sister and I placed classes of cows and sent our entry back to Hoard’s every winter.
Mom and I always walk through the Dairy Barn while attending State Fair. She quizzes me about the different breeds; I’m not always confident between a Jersey and Guernsey. We also sit and watch the dairy show; it’s fun to listen to the judge give reasons. We look at each other and one of us says “no one would ever use that term in the beef show ring!” I’m pretty good about asking lots of questions and most of the time Mom knows the answer. If she doesn’t we have been known to stop innocent Dairy Farm Wives and ask our questions. They are usually willing to visit with us.
These dairy cows belong to our neighbor; as you can see she enjoys different breeds of dairy. Our neighbor has several active dairy cows that she hand milks. She separates the milk, churns her own butter and sells cream. Every year the cows make a trip to the County Fair and her four children show them. Last year she told me that showing at the County Fair is a great way to keep things fun for the kids who help milk and care for the cows.
Thank You Mom for my love of photography and curiosity of dairy cows. I can’t wait to watch the Dairy show with you at this year’s State Fair. Thank You, Neighbor, for grazing your cows along the road for a curious lady to take pictures of.