We have been thinking about our Dad... even more than usual... this winter.
He was a dairy farmer.
He milked the cows every morning... every evening...
In the winter... when winters like this... were not so unusual.
Without the benefit of modern conveniences...
No snow blower... no four-wheel drive.
Down the barn lane he went... every morning... every evening... every... day
He went down the hill and milked the girls... Blackie... Brownie... Nellie...
He was a dairy farmer.
He was... our Dad... our Hero.
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