tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195053057075454120.post2374091926948790841..comments2024-03-03T23:50:58.488-06:00Comments on Shunpiking to Heaven: Farmers Milling & ElevatorShunpikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14513972075205245164noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195053057075454120.post-70263783411711853352018-02-08T12:05:29.596-06:002018-02-08T12:05:29.596-06:00Phyllis, yes, I have some great memories of that, ...Phyllis, yes, I have some great memories of that, too. All the men sat around telling stories and laughing while we explored the mill, taking in all the sights, sounds, and results of the milling process.Joannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17236263934180373962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195053057075454120.post-18214840872532690692018-02-08T10:12:21.349-06:002018-02-08T10:12:21.349-06:00Great story and photos as always. And thanks for ...Great story and photos as always. And thanks for the memories of milling when we were growing up. I remember going to the mill in East Bristol with Dad and listening the all the farmers visiting while waiting for their grain to be ground.Phyllisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195053057075454120.post-80371682102634214392018-02-06T18:12:20.492-06:002018-02-06T18:12:20.492-06:00Hi Stephanie, thanks for the memory about the cats...Hi Stephanie, thanks for the memory about the cats. There are often cats hanging around old mills. With all the grain, I guess it's a great place to find mice!Joannnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195053057075454120.post-56172449980818687602018-02-06T18:10:30.301-06:002018-02-06T18:10:30.301-06:00You're welcome, Jean. One of the memories tha...You're welcome, Jean. One of the memories that Ruth and I talked about as she was writing this blog was what happened after the mill truck blew the ground grain into the Lake Mills granary room. There was a chute from the granary to the barn below. We would push a big grain cart under the chute and then pull out the board at the bottom that held the grain in. But after the granary was Joannnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195053057075454120.post-5756453067757113302018-02-06T14:36:14.098-06:002018-02-06T14:36:14.098-06:00Wonderful as usual. When we lived in Brooklyn, WI,...Wonderful as usual. When we lived in Brooklyn, WI, their was an old Mill Building. It was about a block a way from us. We had several cats who like to go down there to hunt. :)CloakroomCreationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07202347647324429112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195053057075454120.post-21951725621027919332018-02-06T09:16:43.114-06:002018-02-06T09:16:43.114-06:00Interesting description of what an excursion to th...Interesting description of what an excursion to the mill as a child was like! Not having grown up on a farm, you are demystifying some of its essential business transactions for me. Thanks!Jean T-Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14048338274091923575noreply@blogger.com