Bill Venrick, The Wordwright

February 8, 2010

Wandering and restless milk cans

by Delores Miller, Hortonville, Wisconsin

Delores and Russell Miller are "old friends" of Bill Venrick as we are members of the American Amateur Press Association for a couple decades. A while back Delores wrote a short story of milk cans that caught my eye. Here is that story, and how her son Keith Miller, a 4th grade teacher got to tell his class about a milk can that used to be in his parents' dairy. THE WORDWRIGHT

CLASS, WHAT IS THIS?

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Keith Miller (Delores & Russell's son) - 4th grade teacher, tells about a school project. in Evansville, Wisconsin. In social studies he had asked his students to bring an artifact to school (for show & tell). Keith said, "I asked each student to bring in an artifact from the past. This is what I brought in (see above photo)--a milk can. 98% didn't have a clue what it was.  They did ask good questions about it, which was most of the point of the lesson."

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Now Delores Miller tells a brief history about MILK as she remembers it.

Since the beginning of the dairy industry in Wisconsin about 1900, containers were needed to transport the milk to the cheese factory.  Separators were first used to divide the cream from the whey, and small cans were hoisted and transported by horse and buggy to the cheese factory.  The first  whole milk can was a twenty gallon can that took two people to lift up onto the buggy for the horse to haul to the factory.

Next came the ten gallon galvanized tin cans which weighed 15 pounds plus the 80 pounds of milk, making a mighty heavy load for one person to hoist up to the milk truck that came daily to the farms.  The milk truck drivers were admired for their strength of hefting all those cans.  Mike Polzin was our milk truck driver, we rode along to Sunrise School with him, a whole mess of us kids.  Ray Draeger and Duane Miller were other drivers.

The Zillmer family shipped their milk to the Quarterline Cheese Factory with Harold, Elda and Jane Brown as Cheese Makers.  Other factories in Dupont were Maple Valley, Green Valley, Spring Brook (by Elmer Piehls), and the South Dupont cheese factory which now in 2010 is still making good colby cheese and fresh cheese curds two days a week. So in Wisconsin alone there must have been a million milk cans left over from those early days before pipe lines and bulk milk trucks hauling 5000 gallons of milk.  Oh, how different from the 8 gallons in a milk can.

I never thought to ask for a milk can when I left the childhood Zillmer farm.  Russell inherited all his father's milk cans, and they have been divided amongst our 5 children and nieces and nephews.  Massachusetts, Wisconsin, Missouri and Arizona these milk cans are gracing living rooms, reminding them of the early heritage of dairy farming.  They are good receptacles for holding valuables.

Aunt Wilma Lembke and Uncle Clarence on one of their Wisconsin visits begged a Zillmer milk can.  They hauled it over the rivers, deserts and mountains to California.  Decorated with yellow painted daisy and sunflowers.  For 40 years it graced their living room.

Alas, Uncle Clarence died in 1979, Wilma downsized in 2004 to a Military Veteran's home in Napa Valley, California.  Needing to get rid of the Wisconsin Milk Can.  She packed it up, UPS delivered over the mountains, rivers and deserts   to the Miller house doorstep in Hortonville  where it sits in our living room, reminding me of the Zillmer farm of the 1940s.

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So, there in a nut shell is a short story about what "milk" and "milk cans" meant to Russell and Delores Miller in Wisconsin. Another story about "milk as a business in Lancaster, Ohio" is in the hopper so keep coming back to THE WORDWRIGHT and read about milk before it got into the plastic jugs or paper cartons.

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February 3, 2010

SALT AND LIGHT of the earth

Arthur Thomas "Tommy" Hartung, of Lancaster, Ohio, was one of the examples of the salt and light of the earth that some never know until those crystals of salt and lights are gone--extinguished like a candle whose wick was "puffed out". I only knew of Tommy like most people who saw this rather different fellow riding on a bright yellow bicycle, wearing his helmet and a fluorescent slip over safety gear. He was always on the move or standing waiting for the "go ahead" from whomever used his services. More than once my wife and I saw Tommy, with a sack from WENDY'S to deliver to someone. This 60 year-old man looked much younger than a man about to enter retirement age. The excellent eulogy below, encased in quotes, was written about Tommy when he passed away May 21, 2009, and appeared in the Lancaster Eagle-Gazette; whoever wrote this is assumed to be one of the family.

"He will be remembered for his warm smile, incredible memory, riding his yellow bicycle, singing, lawn mowing, leaf raking, setting out garbage cans, his wonderful wit and running a variety of errands for dozens of east-end neighbors and businesses. He was a true friend to so many.

"Tom was born in Lancaster, Ohio and enjoyed living his entire life here. He was one of the first attendees at the Sheltered Workshop (now Fairfield Industries/Forest Rose) that his parents were instrumental in starting, an Eagle-Gazette newspaper carrier in his younger years and a devoted usher at St. Bernadette Church for over 30 years. He also enjoyed traveling to Athens for Ohio University basketball games.

"Tommy was given the opportunity to grow and learn in a nurturing neighborhood surrounded by a large network of friends who gave him purpose in life and a much-needed daily routine. He had a knack of stating the truth in a blunt, honest, heartfelt way. He was an official goodwill ambassador who understood the simple pleasures of life, small acts of kindness, and the importance of the lost art of conversation. He touched many lives in many ways, reminding you of tasks that needed completed, bills that needed paid, groceries that were on sale for the week."

More than his family will miss this man. The local east-end Kroger store has his bright yellow bicycle chained securely in a little niche at the front of the store, his helmet and some gear with the bike and a plaque mounted on the wall above his bike. A stone marker could not express loss any dearer or clearer.

It was told that his mother had moved into a retirement community so he would have a place to live after she died. Also words were passed around not to give Tommy anymore cigarettes which were thought to have caused lung cancer that darkened this bright ray of sunshine.

One of the Gospel writers expressed it this way, "You are the salt of the earth [and].you are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid..." Matthew 5:13-14 We could say, "Pass the salt please and give me a light so I can see..."

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