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Great Stories about growing up in the Horntown, Oklahoma area!

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Old Gurley

     Grandmother had bought a cow from a dairyman.  She was a Guernsey, gave excellent creamy milk. The man said the only reason he was selling her, was that no one except a woman could milk her.  This was fine with Grandma, as she lived alone. When my brother was born, she sold the cow to us. Mother and I would both milk her.    
     One evening, for whatever reason, Mom and I   were not at home to milk her. Anyone who has a milk   cow,  knows they have to be milked twice daily, or begin to go dry.  So Dad went to the cow lot and began to try to milk her.  Round and round they went.  After several minutes he managed to get a few drops of milk, but she was holding her milk up. Not being a violent man, Dad decided to just leave her be.  
     Just after dark, a fellow comes by, talks a bit and finds out about the cow. Say's he, "There ain't a cow, that I can't milk"   So they light the lantern, grab a syrup bucket and go to the corral. They tie old Gurley, up to the fence and he begins trying to milk her.  She kicks, gets the fellow in the shin.  So he backs off and kicks her.  The war is on, she kicks, he kicks.  Finally she kicked the syrup bucket he is holding by the edges and cuts his hand, then whirls her heels and centers the lantern,  that is sitting on the ground, it goes whizzing past both men and over the corral fence.
     Gurley did not get milked that night. 
     Often I think of wonderful milk that cow gave and remember rocking in a chair, with a large glass jug, full of cream, till it became golden yellow butter.
Lou Anne Allen, Attended Moss Schools from the 3rd. - 6th. Grades.

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