This was Buck’s milking stool.  He was a dairy farmer most of his life.

He milked with his sons, twice a day, every day.  He worked from sun up ’til sun down.  There were never any vacations, sick days or holidays.  It was a hard life, but if you asked him, he would tell you that he would never trade his way of life for anything.

One morning, Buck wore his milking stool for the last time.  It’s hung in our barn for nearly 20 years now, covered with dust and cobwebs.  Waiting… waiting for the dairy farmer.