Good Old Days


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I used to make butter, but not with a churn.  Friends who had a farm would give us fresh milk with plenty of butter fat in it.  I would pour some in my blender and watch it carefully, creating a tasty lump of fresh butter.  And the liquid that remained, the buttermilk, was delicious to drink–not like the cultured stuff you buy in the grocery store today.

This is a real butter churn, and it took away the need to lift weights to get strong arms. The milk was poured into the churn, and then the paddle was lifted up and down until butter formed on the blades.   Here’s a smaller churn, a glass jar, through which you can see the blades.

I remember making butter in a jar in kindergarten.  The teacher poured the milk into the jar, screwed the lid on tightly, and then each child took a turn shaking the jar.  The lucky one who got it last had the fun of seeing the little gobs of butter forming in the milk.  I thought it was fascinating, and  I wanted to do it at home.  I don’t remember if that happened—at least, not until many years later  🙂

With the old wooden churns, it was the up-and-down, twisting motion made by the churner that  created butter from the fat in the creamy milk. Strong arms and patience were needed, for sure.

Things sure have changed, both for the better and the worse.  I’m glad I don’t live back in those days, but I do think we’ve lost some of the sense of importance of each person in the family, even the little kids, who could start doing useful work like plunging the butter churn a few times as soon as they were tall enough to stand on a stool or a chair.

I know there are people who think it’s just awful to teach a child to do chores.  I read an article the other day about that, the author saying, “Children are not your slaves!”  My goodness.   What a strange perspective on teaching children to be helpful,  to learn how to take care of themselves, to be contributing members of the family and community.

Better they learn to churn than to sit idly in front of screens all day, ruining their little brains and their poor tired eyes.  I’m glad I reared my children just before the advent of the computer age.  They did chores, and they played hard and long outdoors.

Those were, in many ways, the good old days.

P.S.  I just remembered that the stick in a churn was called a dasher.  Here’s one common type:



9 thoughts on “Good Old Days

  1. pennymasonpublications

    I wondered if anyone would use this word prompt to talk about butter churning. I can’t really remember a churn but my foster grandmother made butter beating it in a big wooden bowl with a paddle. I “helped” as a small child.

    Would it have been churned first? I can’t recall. Just remember sprinkling salt on the butter and stirring with the paddle.

    Enjoyed this post!

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    1. I don’t remember ever seeing someone churn butter this old-fashioned way except for places that do re-enactments, like Williamsburg and other historical sites. I can’t imagine making butter just in a bowl–seems like it would be hard to keep it contained–so maybe she was just smoothing out the final product 🙂


  2. I agree about the chores – my only parenting regret is that I didn’t give my daughter more of them.

    It’s easy to make butter with a hand held mixer – all you have to do is over-whip your cream. 🙂

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    1. BETH

      If our intent is to train, then we should give children innumerable jobs to do. For a time I believed my mother was using me as a slave, but then my adult years made me quite grateful for the training. The manner in which life’s lessons are approached make all the difference. I am pretty sue my daughters are thankful for all the things they learned to do–and it was not just washing dishes and sweeping floors.

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      1. Agreed, Beth. Possibly most children resent chores at some point, but they find out later that they can take care of themselves, and are proud to have those skills.


  3. Its funny, I actually remember accusing my mother of using us (me) as her slave! (We had a tumultuous relationship) But, I wasn’t an adult long before I was very thankful for the things I knew how to do, and even wished I could do more. And you can bet on it that I sure made my kids do chores!😉

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