I grew up on a dairy farm. Holstein cows were milked twice a day; 5 a.m. and 4 p.m. – 7 days a week. However living on a dairy farm there is much more to do. One of the things we did was feed chickens and pick their eggs every night. We always had eggs to eat. When I was really little I hated picking eggs because we had a mean rooster that would chase you. As I got older I was less scared of the rooster. I would even tease him. One time I was riding our little 80 motorcycle and my brother was with me. We were teasing the rooster. When he came after us, I hit the gas. Little did I know that my brother was holding the clutch. When he let go, we popped a wheelie. I barely kept it under control and the rooster didn’t get us. I don’t think I teased him any more after that. I even have story about the time my Dad killed the rooster by wringing his neck. However the next day he returned. But I digress.
When I was really little I remember going to the store in Belfield, ND where Mom and Dad would sell eggs that we had collected.. I can’t remember how much they sold them for, but I am guessing 25 cents a dozen.
On Friday, I found this beaut for $3 at a garage sale.
It isn’t exactly what we used, but it sure brought back some great memories. I am not sure if I am going to leave it white, or if I am going to strip the paint. I am going to figure out someway to decorate with it in my house.
I really enjoy seeing things that bring back memories. That is probably reason # 2 why I like to go to garage sales.