Dairy farmers' grandchildren represent!

My maternal grandparents owned a dairy store. So, they got the milk and whatnot from the dairy farms and delivered them to the people of Wilmington, DE. also, they made ice cream!

Mom grew up on a farm outside of Lockport, IL. She was in charge of the horses. The address of my house in AK was a Star Route (AK's version of Rural Route) for a very long time, and it's still surrounded by woods. She's farm folk, I'm wilderness folk. Well, wilderness folk that ran to a city as soon as she could and never looked back, but still.

oh my gosh, I just did a google search for my grandparent's dairy and came across a board where people were talking about old Wilmington and there were posts about food nostalgia that mention the milkshakes from the dairy. now I'm crying.

Aw.

I didn't grow up on a farm but the address we lived on in NJ was a RR.

(My dad grew up on a farm and he had a street address. Weird, no?)

Mom grew up on a farm outside of Lockport, IL.

That's where Grandpa A's farm was!!! In fact, I lived in Lockport the first three years of my life!

My grandfather made the BEST milkshakes.

awww, lisah. That's cool.

Now I want a milkshake, except I have a head-cold so dairy is the last thing I should have.

I have some leftover wonton soup in the fridge, but it's kind of nasty. I don't think I'm going to get that from that restaurant anymore.

I just discovered that gmail played a trick on me: it marked a number of emails I get (including all my "google alerts") as spam.

I'm still wierded out that my mother grew up in a town and had no street number! The address was just Family, Street, Town.

Another friend of mine from college was weirded out that my parents' address has a single-digit number -- it made her think I was from some small town. But that's because she lived in the kind of suburbia where every house has a five-digit number.