My Uncle Roy and Aunt Grace Carpenter worked a dairy for years, and my brother and I would sometimes spend a week in the summer with them. My responsibility was mainly to stay out of the way and not give any problems. I clocked some glorious time wandering and exploring. I loved to hang around the barn and watch during the milking. My memories of Aunt Grace was of her working like a man outside. She was not an indoor person, but I do remember her, while in the kitchen, pouring fresh milk out of a little cooler like this one . It was stationed in the fridge and was never empty. I have often wondered about that cooler, the symbol of the life they loved. Little wonder, I was thrilled when given this larger milk can as a gift one Christmas. I like to imagine that my Aunt's cooler found its way to me. The can has traveled all over my house, but for now, it is hanging out with hydrangeas in my den. It deserves a portrait. This piece is not finished, but I think it needs to rest a while. I'll return to it later.
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