Another of my chores was turning the crank on the cream separator. If I turned it too fast, the cream would turn out too thick and too rich; if I turned it too slow, the cream was still part of the skim milk. The speed that I turned it had to be "Just Right".
Another farm experience was hauling feed shocks, pitchfork bundles overhead. Mice would fall out of those shocks and fall on us. I was always afraid they would fall down my shirt collar on the back of my neck or run up the pant leg of my bib overalls.
When we took eggs to town, they had to be candled. At home we had an incubator and hatched our own chicks. It was heated with kerosene. We kids would have to make frequent visits to check on the heat, then watch when the eggs got pecked as they hatched.
Kids miss out on a lot these days, don't they! Not to mention the home brew! All the farmers made beer.
As kids one of our chores was to stomp the cabbage in those earthenware crocks for sauerkraut. My mom always had the crocks full of cucumbers for making pickles. I remember the alum that was added to the brine. It would really pucker your tongue.
Speaking of tongue, yep I also had my tongue stick on the pump handle in the winter. That was something I did only ONCE! I learned my lesson. It's hard to cry when your tongue is stuck!
I remember having to break the ice in the stock tanks so the cattle and horses could drink. No tank heaters in those days!
Slopping the hogs was another chore. In a 30 gallon wooden barrel we poured the skim milk and added bran that we called "shorts" for the hogs.
Yes, those were the days memories are made of.