Milk check
Milk churns seem now to be collectors’ pieces, purchased at premises specialising in reclamation and vintage items. Unused churns that once might have lain rusting in the corner of a yard are now put to new uses.
On my grandfather’s farm, milk churns were a measure of income. In summertime, when all the cows were in milk, there would have been ten put out each morning for collection by the lorry from the Milk Marketing Board.
Each evening the herd would be brought back to the farm, each cow having its own place in the stalls. An electric milking machine in the dairy provided suction to the milking buckets. Filled buckets were emptied into the churns, a full-sized full churn held ten gallons. At breakfast time each day, my grandmother would fill in brown card labels identifying the milk’s farm of origin. There was a short spike, perhaps half an inch long, on the neck of each churn to which the labels would be fixed. There must have been occasions when labels became detached, when the provenance of a churn was unclear, perhaps the Milk Marketing Board worked on the basis of the average number of gallons received from each herd and were untroubled by the odd gap in the records.
The weight of each churn must have been significant, 10 gallons of milk plus the weight of the churn itself. The full churns would have been lifted onto a hand-pulled trolley and taken out to a concrete platform at the roadside. To be the driver collecting the churns each morning demanded strength and agility, manhandling full churns onto the flat-bed lorry and replacing them with empty ones for the next day’s supply. From the local milk factory, milk was collected by train and transported to London on a stopping train that rolled slowly through the night.
However mundane they might have seemed, milk churns held a significance for those at whose farm gates they stood, they represented the monthly milk cheque, the regular income of the farm, the money to pay the bills, the money to pay the household expenses. Perhaps the milk churns were a sign of credit worthiness, businesses knew the farm had a cash flow.
Had I ever been able to afford one of the fine stone houses that were once the dwelling houses for local farms, I think I should not have been content to have one or two decorative churns at the gate, ten or more would be more cheering – a visual reminder of a farming world that has now disappeared, and a sign that one had a few pounds in the bank.
There was a big thing on the telly the other night about the trials of the dairy farm and them decrying the loss of the Milk Marketing Board. But it seems Tesco with their Preferred Supplier has changed things lately. But I expect they could crash out if they had a tiny accident, and missed it.
I remember when I was at Capel Manor there was a story doing the rounds about a flower supplier who got such a contract with M&S. They went to the bank and opened new automated growing sheds. Less than a year after the state of the art facility opened M&S found a way round the contract and that family business going since the 1900s went bankrupt. Luckily the old glasshouses weren’t included somehow, but were only a 1/5 the size of the new one.
Where each farm lane joined the public road would be a raised platform, often the flat top of an earthen mound, level with the flat-bed of the creamed collection lorry. The farmer stood his full churns for collection.You still see them. collection
At my local creamery a skilled man could tilt a pair of full churns, one each side of him, and then “roll” them, on their bottom edges, from the delivery loading bay into the building. I always wondered how many disasters he had while learning this knack.
It must have happened, but I never remember a churn being spilt