March 29, 1963Friday. Rain in am and 23, light cloudiness in pm 50. I ironed and got ready to go to New Jersey Clifton and I went to Grand Gorge after feed.
Comment: It was a big deal when my folks went anywhere to stay for a couple of days. I do not remember any time when I was with the family that we did so. It seemed like we always had to be back to milk the damn cows or somebody had to. As a kid, a trip to the feed store was a big deal also. The sounds and smells around a feed store are very unique, reeking with molasses and the various grains they mixed into the various feeds. They also had white salt blocks for cattle around and I always surreptitiously took a couple of licks to taste the salt. Not sure why, but licking a salt block would cause one's tongue to break out in small, painful, blood-filled pimples.
I would also grab a fist-full of dairy ration and lick the feed that extended from the top of my fist like an ice cream cone. The molasses content made it semi-sweet, crunchy, and fibrous and it was almost like candy. Probably all the rat and bird feces in it contributed to our immune systems. "Have to eat a peck of dirt before you die" and all that....Here is a picture of what a typical feed store looked like.
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I wonder why they were going to New Jersey?
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