"The Progressive Feed Trough"

Sunday Brunch at the Progressive Feed Trough.

I am thankful for growing up on a small grain and livestock farm and for having some wonderful parents and perhaps for growing up in the best of times before the great downfall.  Everything that I can remember was a joyful experience including the work and the chores (tho I may not have thought that way at the time). At that time (the late 60s early 70s) we had cattle, chickens, hogs and a Brown Swiss milk cow,

on around 400 acres of corn, soybeans, wheat, oats, alfalfa and pasture operated with 2 and 4 row equipment. One of my fondest memories from my early years was feeding the hogs. At that time we'd take some corn and oats down to the local elevator/mill and they grind it down to make a course meal  and mix a certain amount of molasses with it. Just enough to sweeten it up but still came out to be a dry meal. We'd take this home in a wagon to feed the milk cow and the hogs. When we milked our Brown Swiss (the one I remember most was named Nestle, we'd always joke that she gave chocolate milk), we would always, if not keeping the milk to drink, would run it through a Cream Separator to pull the Cream out for making butter, whipped cream and the like. 

 

If we needed milk we would bottle it in usually half gallon large mouth jars and refrigerate it. After a few hours there would be a nice thick head of cream at the top of the jars usually at least a couple inches thick. You always had to remember to shake the jar to remix it before getting a glass of milk. GOOD STUFF, wasn't no 2% then. If we separated the milk after getting the cream out we'd take the "skim milk" out to give to the hogs. Most of the time when we'd do this we'd mix in enough of the ground feed to make a nice sweet thick porridge that was poured into the hog feed trough. The resulting circus is just one of those things that will stick with me all my days. The frenzy of squealing hogs crawling over the top of each other was truly a comical sight to see, hear and behold. The little piggies did love their porridge. 

I still smile when I think of those days but unfortunately my fondness for those memories is now tempered slightly. I just can't help drawing a correlation between then and now. It's just not near as funny to watch the Democratic/Progressive Constituency of trough feeders crawling all over themselves squealing and fighting for their next serving of tax payer funded/debt raising, vote buying freebies from the Democrats. In fact it's really quite sad........ for the future of America. The little piggies do love their porridge.

We were warned by Benjamin Franklin........ "A Republic, If You Can Keep It"
"When the people find they can vote themselves money, that will herald the end of the Republic."

Starconqueror