Broremann The Farmhand

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Broremann, the farmer worker. Every morning at five thirty sharp, my brother Broremann had to milk five cows by hand bring bucket full of goodness to the scullery where maid sifted it and in a churn it went. He had to start milking Rose first, she was the mother cow other cows wouldn´t give milk unless he started with her. After milking Broremann had to clean the barn five cows make a lot of dung; he pushed it down in a hole in the wall it was later used to fertilize the land. My brother was proud of his ability to milk and his hands were, firm yet gentle. There was a problem though Rose didn´t yield as much milk as before as she was getting elderly and the farmer sold her to the knacker’s yard. It was a sad day and the other cows mooed woefully. The farmer bought a new cow to take Rosa´s place, but Broremann couldn´t milk her first, as she was new- comer, so he started with Gerda, now the oldest cow, and milk the new one last, thus rural peace continued in the cow shed.

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