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Carol Perkins: Not a sip of milk since 1948 In a way, a confession: Milk is a mainstay in Metcalfe County life, she writes. And she loathes it. But LOVES Vanilla Ice Cream. It's a quandary for her. She admits, "Sometimes I can't figure me out." Colyum posting in progress. Please hold your horses. By Carol Perkins Got Milk? Not me. I haven't had any milk since I threw my bottle across the kitchen floor in 1948 and refused to take another sip. At least that is the account my mother gives. Aversion to milk put me in tough spot Milk was the main drink at all meals, which put me in a tough spot. The glass jug sat on the table, as it did in most homes, and it did not go far. Not only did I not drink it, I couldn't bear to smell the odor once the lid was off. Howard Martin delivered milk in Edmonton In my area, Howard Martin delivered milk in glass bottles and left them on the back porch just like on TV. Only until he stopped his route because laws began to impose restrictions on local milk producers did we buy milk from a store. Most of our farmers sold milk to diaries but just not to individuals and we soon learned that drinking milk straight from a cow was not healthy. Lunch was not a happy time Lunch and milk break at school were not a happy times. I drank nothing with my lunch and in the afternoon joyful little faces scurried to the big building after the cartons of milk. I gave mine to one of the boys. While they were drinking heartedly and dreading the last slurp that indicated the dry carton, I was trying to avoid the smell, which brought a wave of nausea. Chocolate milk was no different. Milk was milk and I was having none of either. Sometimes I would be allowed to take my homemade paper cup to the water fountain on the school porch and catch as much water as I could, but not all teachers were sensitive to my milk problem. "Just try it," I would hear. Did they think I hadn't tried it? Back then, no such thing a lactose intolerant 'condition' I was not lactose intolerant. Back then there was no such "condition." I just plain loathed the taste and the smell. To intensify my dislike happened at my grandmother's house where my dad helped her pasteurize the milk she just brought from the barn in the milk bucket. The atrocious smell of warm milk is still in my nose. I should have been in the yard playing but I wanted to see what they were doing. My mother always said that once I found out where milk came from I wanted no part of it. That could be true. Lifting the cream off the top of the milk was another repugnant smell, as well as homemade butter, which Guy dearly loved and we would drive across county lines to buy when we could find it. I would have not been a good pioneer woman. Learned to me meal with nothing to drink at all When Guy and I married, he was surprised that I could eat a meal with nothing to drink. That doesn't bother me even today. However, our children did grow up drinking milk and milk was a staple at our table. I did not impose my aversion on them because I remembered what it was like to go through a lunch line and have nothing to drink. Although the smell of milk turns my head, I absolutely love vanilla ice cream (or any flavor). My favorite time of the day at school was ice cream break with the little cartons of vanilla and the wooden spoons. I will turn down all other sweets for my ice cream fix. I can't begin to figure me out. This story was posted on 2015-07-22 08:24:08
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