I’m a city girl. Writing a book set on a farm in 1930. There’s a lot I don’t know. Luckily, the main character, Rose, is a city girl, too.
“You want me to do what?” she asked, as if he expected her to walk on the moon.
“Milk the cows.” A reasonable request of farmer to wife, he thought.
“You’re kidding. I don’t know the first thing about cows,” she answered. So they started the first in their “how to be a farm wife” lessons right then; chapter one: Bovine.
So, Rose and I are learning about farm life together. We hope you join us; it’s going to be fun!
~Taylor
PS: here’s an interesting link about milking cows that Rose and I are studying…
Taylor MacDowell 
Ha! I’d be as lost as Rose. Keep it coming, Taylor!
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Thanks, Zan Marie. Believe me, there’s a lot I don’t know about this time period so there should be no shortage of material.
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Oh fun! I tried milking cows once… http://thegirdleofmelian.blogspot.ch/2013/07/800th-post-under-dome-ocean-at-end-of.html
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That 19th century farm looks like fun.
I actually have milked a cow. Once. When I was 7 or 8 years old. My grandpa owned a farm and he let me “help” him. I was so excited to drink the milk that I got, even though Grandma told me I wasn’t going to like it. Let’s just say that Grandma was right and that milk that fresh is an acquired taste. 🙂
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