tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061975013568215898.post8961120802199048899..comments2020-10-19T23:48:01.161-04:00Comments on A Nomadic American Odyssey : Photos-of-the-Week #215 - A Day On The Farm, West Branch, Iowa, June 2015Ed Helveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11995821240780553373noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061975013568215898.post-76222214982205696642015-06-15T14:30:33.809-04:002015-06-15T14:30:33.809-04:00You, being a kid from Brooklyn, wasn't much di...You, being a kid from Brooklyn, wasn't much different than me being a Jersey Boy, Richard. Only we actually had dairy cows in Clifton, NJ and as a kid I remember the milk being delivered with a nice amount of that thick cream at the top of the glass bottle delivered to our door every other morning. We could even order a bottle of cream. Whether exploring the U.S. as a teenager or an older vagabond - there is so much to see and learn. There certainly is something tranquil about being in that wide open country, but as I mentioned, be assured, there are a lot of long, hard hours put into what we describe as peaceful. Ed Helveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11995821240780553373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061975013568215898.post-6995754652917333662015-06-15T11:44:43.225-04:002015-06-15T11:44:43.225-04:00What a pleasure to see the photo of their farm. I ...What a pleasure to see the photo of their farm. I could feel the peace of the rural setting and tended fields and buildings. <br /><br />I recall when hitchhiking across the US when a teen a CBer arranged to stop at farm where they gave us coffee and.... I saw the pitcher of pancake batter on the table. I inquired if there were cream. How they enjoyed the innocence of a kid from Brooklyn. That was the cream; never saw it so thick and haven't since. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com