Dad and one of his uncles decided to go into the dairy business, back in 1949. They built a 4 stall dairy barn, bought the equipment and cows, and ran the business for a couple of years. His uncle died from a heart attack and Dad's aunt didn't want to fool with the dairy, so all was sold, except the bench that the milk cans set on and the milking stool. The bench is gone, but we still got the metal milking stool.

This is not a pic of my stool, but one like it.

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