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.
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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.
That's where Grandpa A's farm was!!! In fact, I lived in Lockport the first three years of my life!
Lordy - our grandparents probably knew each other!
My mom is from poor, rural folk, so they had chickens and goats which were used for food, but my grandfather actually worked on the railway, so they moved to town when he retired or the railway shutdown, whichever came first.
My dad's family were townies, but my grandfather decided to be a gentleman farmer after he had made some money during prohibition. But my Grandad wasn't a great farmer and he went back to working in a bank after he spent all his money importing Jersey cows and buying a generator so they could be the only house in town with electricity. There's still some farmland back in Newfoundland that my family owns.