My dad was a born practical joker. I had seen him pull off many of his pranks and heard
of lots of others, but one of the best I heard about several years after he died. It
was told to me by one of his fellow workers from the railroad.
The year was 1945 and we were living on his uncles ranch. Dad always kept some pigs
and two or three jersey cows. At that time you could make some extra money selling
cream. Most towns at that time had creameries that bought from local farmers.
We had a large free standing cream separator that would take several gallons of milk
at a time and separate the cream from the milk. Dad would save the cream to sell
and give the skimmed milk to the pigs. Today my wife insists on buying skimmed milk
at the store because it is ‘non fattening’ and I tell her that dad fattened many a
pig on skimmed milk. She doesn’t like to hear that.
The creamery dad sold to was located on south main street where Jeff England Motor Company is located today.
A couple of years before this dad had gone to work for the railroad. The story goes
that dad came in late to work one morning. The foreman met him at the timeclock.
"Sam," he said, "I see you're rather late this morning. Did you have an accident?”
At the time the railroad would give demerit points for being late without a good
reason. Get enough points and you would lose your job. So dad did some fast thinking.
"I sure did," he said. "My cow fell in the well."
The foreman looked a little surprised and paused for a moment, then said, "Your cow
fell in the well! I've heard of that happening before. What I'd like to know is, how
did you get her out?"
"Do you remember me telling you about that real good jersey milk cow I had?" dad asked him.
"I sure do," the foreman replied.
"Well, it was her," dad said. "So I just climbed down in the well with her and started
milking and floated her out."
The foreman just shook his head, turned around and walked off.
Old time cream seperator on display at
Agricultural Heritage Museum, Boerne, Texas.