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Memories of Skeleton Lake by Paul Temple

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them and they would leave <strong>of</strong>f an agreed upon number <strong>of</strong> pasteurized<br />

milk in bottles, but the law said he had to chill the milk to 55 degrees<br />

immediately after milking so he would have to build a chiller.<br />

Inspectors would check this temperature without notice. Dad said<br />

Cecil would chill the milk. Later Dad and some <strong>of</strong> the young teachers<br />

helped Cecil build a large concrete box big enough for several cans in<br />

the barn fed <strong>by</strong> cold spring water. They mounted a thermometer to<br />

check it. There was room in the middle for a block <strong>of</strong> ice if it got too<br />

warm. The association lent him the money for the material. When<br />

Cecil wondered how he could pay it back Dad said “Raise the price<br />

50%”. The prevailing price had been 10 cents a quart so he raised it<br />

to 15 cents and paid back the loan early.<br />

Notice I said “Ring him up”. Nobody telephoned. You would ring<br />

them up <strong>by</strong> turning the crank on the phone which sent a charge<br />

that rang in about 10 houses. Each had a special ring. As I recall,<br />

Wilson’s ring was three short and a long. One quick turn was a<br />

short and two quick turns was a long. Of course the rings went into<br />

all ten customers on the party and drove visitors nuts. The local<br />

people learned to ignore all but their own ring, but they might listen<br />

in on your conversation to find out the latest gossip. Next to the<br />

radio it was the best entertainment. It was called “hacking”. Rupert<br />

Murdock’s employees are in jail now for the same thing. How times<br />

change.<br />

Cecil hauled gravel from Wilson’s pit about a mile away with his<br />

wagon and team. Several Norvoc volunteers would spread it on our<br />

trail which was mud in rainy weather. He let me ride beside him and<br />

one day I asked him if I could drive the horses as they carried a heavy<br />

load. He said they didn’t need driving, they knew the way. Then I<br />

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